Now we see through a glass darkly

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

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!

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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