Immortal, invisible, God only wise, In light inaccessible hid from our eyes, Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days, Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise. Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light, Nor wanting nor wasting, Thou rulest in might; Thy justice like mountains high soaring above Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love. Great Father of glory, pure Father of light, Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight; All praise we would render: O help us to see 'Tis only the splendour of light hideth Thee.
assorted short stories about wildlife and cattle "The birds, their carols raise..."
Now we see through a glass darkly
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Dear God, Thank you for the Rain. Can we have a little dry weather now? I still want to see the London Rains. amen
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
PSI,SCY Pi, etc
I always think that excaliber is stuck in the bottom of the ocean and a symbol of the fiery sword that was turned to and fro, "keeping the way". It has to be down, was my anticipation of the ending of the story that the angel was engaging me in, but now I don't know. He loves to show me how tennis moves compare to his longstanding motions and diligence before he lost it. I couldn't really see him, yesterday, so maybe this is the part that he let it go and it was flying.
The evening sky was looking like the burning garbage that we saw.Friday, December 4, 2015
IT is no coincidence that Kaius is pulling hair.
The first handful of hair was exactly the spot in the head where my Evie had a bald spot from her bandana. I prayed for Ev and for the other children, even though there was no bald spot where Kaius pulled. This must stop! He is lessening his aggressive behavior, but I am praying for the grace and mercy to see his sneaky behavior and redirect it. I see the parallel to my own holding onto wrong things and it is convicting.
jayne c walker's
Sparrow's Spring nest
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09