Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Thursday, March 5, 2015

The compassion of the creation around me? Flying and Mooing in favor and compassion?

They seem aware, especially the cows...

I don't know how they know the sadness of heart that comes yearly. They are always on the guard with real maternal sympathies. They said, try jogging, last week. The whole crew of them, said look what we do after breakfast, you know this is your sad season...

Then, yesterday they showed me that they were praying for me at their morning devotional. I said thank you to them.

The blackbirds in the other neighborhood showed me their morning regimen and reminded me about Obie and his siblings who were a comfort. They said this is how we deal with our pains we watch out for other people's children, too. It doesn't hurt so bad when you are overseeing the little ones around you and God's hand of comfort is always attending the future, more than the past. I said Thank you for showing me that.

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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.
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