Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Today the angel's step stool fell down!

lightning story
When I looked out in the morning it was upright. A few minutes ago I looked out and it was bent to the ground from the weight of the potted plants that I had hung on it.

I call it the step stool, because the day that I saw the lightning bring something down from heaven, the spiders spun two webs that seemed to mark the place where the angel had placed his feet to jump from here up to the spot where he shot the stuff down over long ways away. If my bird feeder hadn't hit the ground in the wind, I would have missed that amazing sight. Everything went very quickly and it was a blurr to me, but the spiders filled in the things that I couldn't see. It hit the ground with a thud very far,but not too far from here.

The Lightning marked the spot and the angel jumped to shoot it down, it looked like. I haven't been able to feed the birds ever since for the wonder of the amazing thing that happened. I like to think that the New Jerusalem came down, just like the sheet of the animals that Peter had to kill and eat. In any case, I went outside and pulled the step stool back upright.

Maybe that means that I better start feeding my birds again.

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