When Morning Gilds the Skies?

When the hands of Sovereign intricate patterning snatches the visible and invisible particles of the air that we breathe and creates the pattern that we see in the sunrise, what does it incline your heart to say?

As I was going to work, yesterday the sky was so beautiful. I saw a pattern that looked like a wing, but it wasn't made by the clouds. It was formed from airplane smoke lines and I was really disappointed. I felt like, who are you, Mr. Airplane to try your hand at gilding the sky pattern that I see. When the angels have taken me into their closet to visit their wings, orderly arranged to try to help me in my disorderliness, they didn't look like that! I felt obliged to revisit the season when I was getting acquainted with the sky patterns here in NC and how very close they are to heaven.

I remember so many days that I was privy to the beauty of the angel closet and where they hang their wings when they aren't flying. They were trying to teach me to order my own closet, an impossible task. So many deals they made with me to keep this and that plant alive and do the things that I need to, in priority order. Your priorities are out of whack, they often implored. Rebuked and reproved, I felt, but still implored to keep striving. Yesterday, I was just angry at the impertinence of that plane to simulate the gilding of the morning! Masterful Hands are always laboring to beautify our surroundings with the color and vibrance that we enjoy!

My Tears of Jealousy when I look at Jochabed!

Even, nearly thirty years after the sad event, I approach the year with a knowledge that somebody is missing.

I ask God, everyday, why must I agonize so and have the thought of Jochabed's sparing son to taunt me. Isn't that the mark of God's approval, having the victory in Christ? Isn't it not having to go through such an aweful thing that means that He loves you?

Jochabed had influenced a generation in her gratitude and I believe that is why Egypt rose like it had to such a lofty height of pride. Men who had confidence that their mother loved them above all else on this earth. Those Egyptian women tried to compete with Jochabed in her great expressions of love to her son. This changed Egypt and the world. I hate her and envy her privilege to have done that with her child, when mine was taken. That is why I can't write that story.

Tweety came to my house today!

She is as spry as ever. I was glad to see her, even if she hadn't come bearing gifts. She tapped at my bedroom window first. I was still asleep because the coffee was late today. I jumped out of bed, thinking the sparrows had forgiven me for forgetting them this Christmas season. (I had every intention of making them a lovely bird food jello, but I never got around to it) I pulled the curtains with my apologetic frown on my face and there was Tweety. What a pleasant surprise!

I put on my robe and ran downstairs to open the door for her. In she flew with a gleam in her eye and a pep in her voice that I didn't see in her when she was being chased day and night by Sylvester. How are you? I yelled and we hugged and kissed and renewed old glances. "It has been years" she twitted at me, "but I knew that you would like these items, I brought them to you."

We opened the box together and she was exactly right that I loved every item in the box. Some fit me and some would fit the other ladies in the house. But we had a lovely time gossiping and laughing.