When can I quit, Mrs. Day? I asked her that this morning. For the love of Catechising:

There is a very intricate design that is all over the room, when God's "peaceful wings, unfurled" condescend to men of low estate. I see the swirlees and the continuation of this wondrous and luxurious design that is certainly and definitely a wing of some sort or another. It is beautiful and mysterious and comforting and very visible to me, though not to anybody else. I don't see Mrs. Day, but she steps out of the wings sometimes and comforts me with inaudible reasonings of the why's of the task of mothering.

She held me gently by the hand this morning, and walked me through the slough of unbelief that is often my pre-Christmas condition. I never really see her. I just sense her gentle feminine sympathy with my anxieties. She had no daughters, but she has much to show for her diligence in a heavenly estate. Do you want their names written in heaven? she catechized me back. Yes, maam. Well the molding of their character series is one thing the perserverance of maternal prayers on their account is an entirely nother thing.

We are called to labor in prayer and in example of love and focus on the eternal, when their eyes can only see and feel the tangible. If you frame their thinking in God's Word and Catechism, God will solidify their faith by the Holy Spirit. Dominion is given to the Church and we war against the principalities and powers in heavenly places. Everybody needs a tutor in some subject or another. The load is very heavy with the number of children and dear ones that you have. Cast the cares on Jesus, but don't-Don't-DON'T Give up!

I just love the pep talks I get from that victorious woman of faith. Lord, give me grace to do, just that! In Jesus' Name and for all of the mother's whose load seems heavy over the holidays, grant strength to stand and point to Jesus. AMEN.

I think that looks like "peaceful wings, unfurled". I say they came down to show me that!:)

It came upon the midnight clear, That glorious song of old, From angels bending near the earth, To touch their harps of gold: "Peace on the earth, goodwill to men From heavens all gracious King!" The world in solemn stillness lay To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come, With peaceful wings unfurled; And still their heavenly music floats O'er all the weary world: Above its sad and lowly plains They bend on hovering wing, And ever o'er its Babel sounds The blessed angels sing.

O ye beneath life's crushing load, Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow; Look now, for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing; Oh rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing.

For lo! the days are hastening on, By prophets seen of old, When with the ever-circling years Shall come the time foretold, When the new heaven and earth shall own The Prince of Peace, their King, And the whole world send back the song Which now the angels sing.

God did a special thing when Jesus was born. He sent the angels to touch the earth with the historic message. This hymn makes me think about God wrapping peace itself into the wings of the angels, just to be unwrapped throughout the ages, in Christ. That Writer amazingly captured the ageold war against war. Jesus is the peace. They are still singing about it and so are we.

Helen went all out, yesterday...

I said, Helen, why all the tumult, in the sky. She grabbed me by the shoulders and put me in my place. I want you here in the choir, she said. It is a concert and I am the directress of the choir. Just, shut up and sing. So, I just listen, when Helen, gets like that.

She had her arms outstretched and she was waving them and loads of angels were dancing around, like nobody's business. I saw wings falling and swirling all around and it was definitely something that I hadn't seen before, up there.

The Halleluia Angel always shows me who's on cloud duty and then...

The translation of yesterday's morning sky had me at the edge of my seat to get to church. What is God going to say to us that He has set up the skyline so beautifully. It wasn't quite like the multilevel curtains that were raised when Joni came to speak to us. It was a straight line of clouds as far around as we could see, until we got to the city and to the right of us there was a clear and curvy path set out. I saw this as the angel's raising the horizon line for us. We are raising the standard, I do hope you can keep up, the angel tells me when they raise the bar as they often do. I know I can't keep up, I wasn't raised with reflexes to praise. I simply can't make that my first response, no matter how I try. Praise is always what I do, after I say the bad response first. These people were raised with worship and praise in their earliest remembrances. My earliest remembrances are always to nitpick. I catch myself

She said it again to me, did He wake you up this morning and I gave the right response, this time, "Halleluia!" She said, look how long it took you to pass that test after, how many clinics about your spiritual reflexes. Will the children pass the next round?

That worries me a bit. Is the horizon line for them or for us who are developing their reflexes?

Now, dishes and the closet floor, again? When will you be done? "Halleluia?" Wrong answer!