Yesterday's sky had a very clear Z

I said, do you think that the planes made that Z, Ben? He said there is no way the planes could make lines that wide. I am glad he confirmed that to me, because I would have thought somebody had to make that in the sky. Somebody did and somebody is watching the sky and it's me, watching. God is writing! I have seen pi's in the sky very often, but never a Z...Go figure! Z day comes after Y day, as I had thought before. Why, Oh why is this or that thing happening. The Alleluia angel left me on Y Friday a while back. He seemed to send the Z to remind me of what happens when God answers the Y's with a Z.

At the praise camp that I have been at for years and years for praise tutoring, they taught me that we are not to ask why. I was on Alleluia Blvd walking with the crew of them and my answer was always Y. Their answer, reflexively was Alleluia, even that made me ask why. I was really afraid that they never would come back and I was destined to stay in the Y's forever. It took a while, but they came back for me, but they had to let me stew in my y's for a while, before they could show me the Z's.

Watching the angels watch and guide my babies.

It is an amazing providence to get to observe the supernatural navigation of infants. I know the Lord and I have seen Him guide and protect a great many little children throughout my life.

These very prayed for children's angels are almost visible to me. Perhaps because of age and aging in the Lord. Perhaps because of the different relationship between me and the children. They are not my children or family and still I am taking part in their care. The things that we accept in our child rearings are or become set in stone in our family traditions. When they are very little, their angels behold the face of God and are bent toward obedience to God. It is amazing to see this in their behavior.

I believe that they are depraved, but their spiritual directors are in the face of God. The more prayer that is involved in their birth and rearing, the more visible is the spiritual battle that they are engaged in. While they sleep, they shake their heads and their dreams are nearly audible, while you are watching them.

Our rearing is whittling handles for God to hold and direct them. God is able to use our example to engage their emotions toward good, much before they are even able to mentally ascent to doctrines and truths. I see the angels preparing the children to let me go, daily and whenever our relationship will end. God is God and not Ms. Jayne. You know that don't you. They say yes to that, while they are sleeping. She's not always going to be with you. God loves you more than anyone in the world. More than mommy and daddy, more than Ms. Janet or anyone else; God loves you and has a wonderful plan for your life. They wrestle and wriggle with the truths that are coming clear in their young minds.

We are uncovering and setting up the basic foundations where future truths will hang. When the light of truth comes on in their eyes, you certainly don't want to see it covered up or squashed.

Self will and self defense in the public arena is different than the defense of truth and rightness. Some few of them are won by the angels in God's face and they are bent on defending truth and right. They never do it the right way. They often look just the same as the darkling child who hits for vicious, malicious comfort. But there is a difference. Prayer and discernment needs to be engaged in their rearing. Is this wrongdoing a defense of right that has been engaged in before the time, or is this wrongdoing a hellish expression of a lost soul? There is a difference. Nana's prayers help her to see a little deeper into the spiritual condition of the child.

They are being buffeted by the principalities of the families that are part of their social engagement. Some allow their children to act out until the Holy Spirit arrests them into God's control. What a loss to leave them to themselves until they come to intellectual ascent to submission to God's control. They miss walking with God and hearing from Him in their dreams as infants. As I see the angel's engage these children, I see the job more clearly. We are either facilitators of their walk with God or hinderances. Help us, Lord to be facilitators in the process. Amen.

Are they fighting for attention? Pulling hair and pinching, etc.

The babies are going through another season of fighting. I thought we had gone through this already. Kara found her bite and bit her best friend on the finger.{it didn't help that friend stuck her finger in her mouth} Those girls...{exasperation!} I took Kara's shoes off as if to say, "you are going to nap time early!" She cried for a moment and then Kaius, who was also in time out, grabbed her hair and pulled a big chunk out. Oh dear, more than exasperated. It was exactly the same spot that my dear baby girl had lost her hair. I was simply outdone, now it was really nap time,but not for Kara, she got a dance moment for her pain. Even though she didn't really cry about it. I was almost crying. Will they ever stop bumping into each other? There is some relationship between pulling hair and love, I think. This doesn't happen everyday...Go figure? Bubbles calmed them down some...

For some reason, they just love hurting my Joshy...

Yesterday, it was Kaius' turn to pull Josh's hair. He was standing up on the crib and Kaius was trying to move him from there. I caught the hand out of his hair. Josh was holding on and keeping his stand, but crying to high heaven. I put Kaius in time out and comforted the baby. He stopped his crying after a good bit and started talking at Kaius and I had to laugh. He was rebuking his friend and letting him know that he would not get out until the bell rang. He had gotten the raw end of the deal in pain, but he knew that justice was going to make his friend pay for the pain he had endured and this had stopped his crying, even at 9 months old. How can we show them that through out life? Bless these youngsters to know You early, Lord, Amen.

Mother and Child ?

It was a delightful night that I dreamed Beulah Bondi came dancing into my room.

It has been a month since she and her friends came in rejoicing. She was helping me to see the importance of playground safety rules. I took the class and I was grateful that in our many trips to the park, we had never had a sad occurrence in the playground.

In my sleep, or in my prayerful musings; as I was thanking God for coming from a very playground safety oriented family that she came in. She introduced me to the other women who participated in bringing safety to the foreground of preschool care. We danced around rejoicing that this enemy of our children's life and health is being tackled courageously, by mommies and caretakers. God grant us victory tackling the other enemies to truth and life. In Jesus' Name, Amen.