Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Sunday, February 25, 2018

Well, It was certainly more extravagant than the Macy's Parade

The morning sky gave no indication that it was going to be so amazing this morning. I nearly started to cry at the spectacular balloonlike cloud formation. I knew that my men couldn't relate, so I simply tried to call their attention to the wonders in the sky. I tried to get them to focus on something other than the screens and the road and their own concerns. They amazingly accomodated me and didn't mock my skygazing, like they usually do.
I saw all kinds of different formations moving slowly and close to our ground, but not filled with water, just white and puffy. As we got close to the city, there was a lionlike formation that had something round in front of it and the sunshine on it gave a rainbow effect on it. So very beautiful. I saw so many, that I simply can't recount what they all were. When we got to Charlotte the entire sky was filled with different balloonlike forms. I felt privileged to see the beauty of the celebration of a great man who had given his life and that Heaven was weeping with us at our loss and we were rejoicing with Heaven at its gain of such a testimony of victory and overcoming for Jesus! Halleluia, What a Savior!
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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