Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Fawn's song

Welcome strangers and friends to this cold cruel world, is what we say everyday to our little ones. Put on your seatbelts you are getting ready for a bumpy ride, through life. Daycare is a stewardess role. Have you got your blankie, your pillow? Your creature comforts will come in handy when you get to the bumpy parts of the ride. Keep your hands and feet to yourself and don't stick your head out of the vehicle. It is easy to descend into repetitive cliche's, but realness is key to teaching children to enjoy the wow's of life and enjoy the beauty around them. From the beautiful fawn who crosses the road in two jumps to the penmanship of the dragonfly, it is enjoying the beauty of the creation and learning to know the Creator, who is blessed forever! I still say there is nothing so beautiful as baby's first smile.

Fawn's song

Welcome strangers and friends to this cold cruel world, is what we say everyday to our little ones. Put on your seatbelts you are getting ready for a bumpy ride, through life. Daycare is a stewardess role. Have you got your blankie, your pillow? Your creature comforts will come in handy when you get to the bumpy parts of the ride. Keep your hands and feet to yourself and don't stick your head out of the vehicle. It is easy to descend into repetitive cliche's, but realness is key to teaching children to enjoy the wow's of life and enjoy the beauty around them. From the beautiful fawn who crosses the road in two jumps to the penmanship of the dragonfly, it is enjoying the beauty of the creation and learning to know the Creator, who is blessed forever! I still say there is nothing so beautiful as baby's first smile.

Saturday, July 23, 2016

Charles and Quest make me sing!

What do you do and how do you play with a 3 month old? I miss those times. We had a wonderful songfest, this week. They were singing, nearly louder than me. Cooing is a wonderful time to sing hymns together. They look at you like, they sing those down here too? I know that one. And then they start singing. It is a wonder.

Charles is less sing-songy, but he chimes in on the refrain. Quest likes to sing the whole song and then start another one. Their guardian angels are very near and I love this time, before the effects of sin and their personal expressions are evident. They hold onto their angel and they talk to them and entertain themselves much of the time. They look at you like, why are you getting in my angel's way talking to me? You feel like saying, excuse me, when you break into the conversation.

Natty showed me that, more than any of the other children. She would sit over in a corner, playing with a toy over her head, like the other end was being held by somebody. I said Natty, who is that? She looked at me, like she thought I could see them. She is so observant. Every new boo-boo, I get on my legs, she catches. This week she said, do you want me to get you a band-aid for this one. It was tiny and a little pop from some grease on the stove. I said, no thank you, Natty. Are you alright, Ms. Jayne? I am alright, Natty, don't worry. It was just a pop of grease. Gabby said, what are those, talking about my vericose veins.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Love and the Recalcitrant 2 year olds!

I used to be 2 years old...That was 52 years ago. I used to rebel against sleep, rather regularly.

Now it is my job to put babies and recalcitrant 2 year olds to sleep, every day. Work them out really hard and then lay them down. If you did your job right, they will fall right out. And then there is a day like yesterday. My two favorite little ladies were insistent that naptime was and is optional. Nope! Nope! That is recalcitrants, as far as I am concerned. You are tired and if you don't take a nap, the fights in the afternoon will be worse than the fights in the morning.

Natty was talking to her imaginary friend, who I think I know very well. She has been talking to him, since I've met her. Kara was commentating the news of the day, as usual. Take a nap! Noooooo! Put your head down! Nooooo! Be quiet? That is when my mind starts recounting the endless nights of punishments at the foot of my mother's bed, when my optional bedtimes were beyond her patience level.

I did shows with my sisters. We sang and memorized songs. We had kick-fights. We had tickle fights, we set our own rules, when we could. Her tummy could only move so fast. My knees are my limitation and I love the look, when they are trespassing on my patience level and they know it. What goes around comes around? Love, look at us. Loving one another into nap-time. Loving one another into a rest, that we need. Love, look at us. Here we are again, imaginary friends, newsrooms and debates in our bedroom as though the world was living in our bedroom or our nap room. Such fun to have 2 year old friends. Go to sleep, now! NOOOOOOO!

If you can't beat em, join em! Okay, Charlie and Steedy, let's show them how its done.

Love and the Recalcitrant 2 year olds!

I used to be 2 years old...That was 52 years ago. I used to rebel against sleep, rather regularly.

Now it is my job to put babies and recalcitrant 2 year olds to sleep, every day. Work them out really hard and then lay them down. If you did your job right, they will fall right out. And then there is a day like yesterday. My two favorite little ladies were insistent that naptime was and is optional. Nope! Nope! That is recalcitrant, as far as I am concerned. You are tired and if you don't take a nap, the fights in the afternoon will be worse than the fights in the morning.

Natty was talking to her imaginary friend, who I think I know very well. She has been talking to him, since I've met her. Kara was commentating the news of the day, as usual. Take a nap! Noooooo! Put your head down! Nooooo! Be quiet? That is when my mind starts recounting the endless nights of punishments at the foot of my mother's bed, when my optional bedtimes were beyond her patience level.

I did shows with my sisters. We sang and memorized songs. We had kick-fights. We had tickle fights, we set our own rules, when we could. Her tummy could only move so fast. My knees are my limitation and I love the look, when they are trespassing on my patience level and they know it. What goes around comes around? Love, look at us. Loving one another into nap-time. Loving one another into a rest, that we need. Love, look at us. Here we are again, imaginary friends, newsrooms and debates in our bedroom as though the world was living in our bedroom or our nap room. Such fun to have 2 year old friends. Go to sleep, now! NOOOOOOO!

If you can't beat em, join em! Okay, Charlie and Steedy, let's show them how its done.

Saturday, July 9, 2016

Independence Day in the sky, Ruth's Birthday Showers!

It looked like a huge bottom of a black boot coming to trample us. Crashes of thunder and flashes of exotic light were behind the boot, but it was huge and it was coming to our house. The clouds were ominous and the thunder was earth shaking. My storm chaser and I were out in the front trying to decipher the face of the sky and catch it on film. It was beautiful and moving, but not swirling, so we weren't going to take complete cover. Evelyn couldn't take our blind indifference to the rushing winds and the coming torrents. She was going to lock us out of the house, just to get us back for scaring her, as we did. I am glad she didn't because, when the fear factor set in, we were glad we had an open door to take cover inside.

I love to see how the angels do a fireworks show. There is nothing like it. It is truly my independence day and I am grateful to have lived to see that every high and lofty power is subject to the Lord of Glory.

Every valley will be exalted and every mountain and hill made low
She was a mountain, that I could never see above and now she is gone. Her taunting and squashing is just a vague memory. I try to remember, when I am handling the little ones in my life, that I will have to answer to God, also for my use of my maternal authority. God's thunder and lightning reminded me of that.
Fathers, provoke not!

Monday, July 4, 2016

I love how God speaks to me. He is a loving Heavenly Father and it is a rainy 4th of July!

I bought 4 beautiful plants on Saturday. I had a few extra dollars or investment income. 1 Cucumber plant, 1 tomato plant, 1 pepper plant and 1 flowering plant and 2 bags of the best soil, I could afford. I knews just what I wanted to do with them.
I always could purchase more, and earlier, but this was part of my developing conversation with the Lord. If you put them in the ground, I will water them. I know that is always the case. I am learning commitment to my garden. God is taking me back to pre-school and I am loving it. I am watching movies, as though I haven't learned to read yet. I am learning to appreciate the entertaining way that God loves on us. God is a far greater animator than we can ever know. We just need to watch Him and stop watching the media.
I got my wonderful teenager to help me with the large bags of dirt and didn't even need to explain that this gardening time was not work, but an effort of worship. God is teaching me something was the unsaid. I am in His garden and He is more capable at giving me the care that I need than I am willing to receive it. The clouds rolled in, while we were sleeping, as I expected that they would. I have conversations with the rainclouds, very regularly, both here and where my tournaments are delayed.
God has been showing off to me in the sky, since we've moved here. I said God, you are amazing, I know. To the children I said the angels are shouting "isn't God good?" and the earth replies, "Amen!"
I heard the amazing fireworks last night, after the earthly show that we saw, the heavenly one shook me out of my bed. "Do you think that I am listening when you pray for your nation?" was this year's theme.
May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And ev'ry gain divine!even the gain of a few tomatoes and peppers and cukes:)

I love how God speaks to me. He is a loving Heavenly Father and it is a rainy 4th of July!

I bought 4 beautiful plants on Saturday. I had a few extra dollars or investment income. 1 Cucumber plant, 1 tomato plant, 1 pepper plant and 1 flowering plant and 2 bags of the best soil, I could afford. I knew just what I wanted to do with them.
I always could purchase more, and earlier, but this was part of my developing conversation with the Lord. If you put them in the ground, I will water them. I know that is always the case. I am learning commitment to my garden. God is taking me back to pre-school and I am loving it. I am watching movies, as though I haven't learned to read yet. I am learning to appreciate the entertaining way that God loves on us. God is a far greater animator than we can ever know. We just need to watch Him and stop watching the media.
I got my wonderful teenager to help me with the large bags of dirt and didn't even need to explain that this gardening time was not work, but an effort of worship. God is teaching me something was the unsaid. I am in His garden and He is more capable at giving me the care that I need than I am willing to receive it. The clouds rolled in, while we were sleeping, as I knew that they would. All of my tourneys have been rained out, nearly completely and the rain had not been here for a little while. I have conversations with the rainclouds, very regularly, both here and where my tournaments are delayed.
God has been showing off to me in the sky, since we've moved here. I said God, you are amazing, I know. To the children I said the angels are shouting "isn't God good?" and the earth replies, "Amen!"
I heard the amazing fireworks last night, after the earthly show that we saw, the heavenly one shook me out of my bed. "Do you think that I am listening when you pray for your nation?" was this year's theme.
May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And ev'ry gain divine!even the gain of a few tomatoes and peppers and cukes:)

jayne c walker's

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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
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