The pre-meditations and conversations of the Prodigal Son.

What if a Christian mother were praying and interceding for her baby when she sees him drifting in his ambitions? I try to let my children know that their behavior and life affects my prayer life and faith. I don't know how it is with other women. God is sympathetic to a woman's plight, regardless of the perspectives of the religious in her season of life. I cannot imagine the peace that passes understanding when my children are in rebellion. God has to intercede for me. I don't yet have that amount of maturity.

Cat Stevens seems to rightly pen the father/son interaction before prodigality appears. It is my prayer course for my children. I pray that their prodigality will be abated prior to any catastrophes.

Two Nights ago it was Dad and last night it was Spencer Tracey...

45 seemed to be about the Grandmothers. They came dancing in the change of life, for me. I could almost see them in my living room, showing me, what the change of life was about. I had installments of their instructions and directions. Some of the Grandfather participated, like Mr. Day's show for me at the church, but for the most part it was the women's roles concentrated. These two days were the men's roles. They seem very inclined to discuss the waves of heavenly anthems crushing and washing away the principalities of darkness.

It started at the Cantata. I felt like my soul had come back to my body.

It never seems a strange occurrence for them to be in my dream. They seem perfectly comfortable. Dad and I were picnicking at the beach, like a family day and the waves were coming and devastating groups, here and there, but not in a fearful way.

Spencer was talking and eating, in a very sloppy way and we discussed a great many things...

Who wants to join the "Everlasting Song"? I do!

In my imagination I am sitting in my 2nd grade classroom. I know exactly where I was sitting when my teacher said, think of the meanest person you know. My daddy was very strict, but he was not in my mind at all. Only one person was in my mind. I said and made a determination that very day to practice trying to be nice, so as not to imitate that horrid relationship that I had with that woman.

Now in my classroom my teacher is asking, who wants to join the everlasting song...

Sometimes, I listen to the earthly song and wonder if the Heavenly Anthem is strong enough to drown it. One day, the earthly song will be a distant memory. Sometimes, it crowds out the Heavenly Anthem. Sometimes, as devices and technology increases, I wonder if the Heavenly Anthem is strong enough to drown the earthly song. God's devices are greater in amount and quality.

Was Pharoah's army drowned in the red sea? It is not about whether it will be drowned, but whether we will be attached to the Heavenly Anthem or the dying earthly song. God, loose our grasp from the earthly song, that we may embrace the Heavenly Anthem and rise to drown the earthly song.