When the heavenly visitors come to play...

Braxton's friend was involved in his eating habits, yesterday.  The friend stood above the highchair and engaged him in a ten minute tug of war with the spoon.  Braxton is usually very attentive to his plate or bowl.  Perhaps he didn't like the cereal, but this tug of war usually happens right as the baby is walking into the " two's".  It is my theory that heavenly warriors have a last chance to kiss baby, before the angels put them on auto-pilot.  Natty had months of this kind of kissing game, others had a day or two.  Then they come "into themselves" so to speak.

It seems heaven whispers promises into their ears that the angels aren't privy to.  The angels have to stand aside and give the warriors a hearing by the baby.  They fall and they fight, like never before, but they look up as though they see the person whispering in their ear.  They talk in an upward direction and it is not to me.  They seem to be given a scepter of dominion on the earth.  It looks like they come out of the meeting thinking that they are already reigning.  They get discouraged that I don't know what the person told them.  I'm just the monitor.  I can't hear them,  I have to remind them.  "What good are you?"  they seem to say, after the meetings.   The ministering, guardian angels come closer after the meeting, but they really can't hear anything that is said between heaven and earth on those sessions.  Only the child is privy to their direction.

It seems to me that the angel has the womb and the church triumphant has marching orders for infant to toddlerhood.  If you are really quiet and close to the cradle, you can hear the hymns they teach baby and the marching orders that are given.

Braxton had the spoon back and forth and up and down, playing a game and swinging it.  He spilt his bowl and I let him stay there a minute, before I cleaned him up.

Fawn's song

Welcome strangers and friends to this cold cruel world, is what we say everyday to our little ones. Put on your seatbelts you are getting ready for a bumpy ride, through life. Daycare is a stewardess role. Have you got your blankie, your pillow? Your creature comforts will come in handy when you get to the bumpy parts of the ride. Keep your hands and feet to yourself and don't stick your head out of the vehicle. It is easy to descend into repetitive cliche's, but realness is key to teaching children to enjoy the wow's of life and enjoy the beauty around them. From the beautiful fawn who crosses the road in two jumps to the penmanship of the dragonfly, it is enjoying the beauty of the creation and learning to know the Creator, who is blessed forever! I still say there is nothing so beautiful as baby's first smile.

Fawn's song

Welcome strangers and friends to this cold cruel world, is what we say everyday to our little ones. Put on your seatbelts you are getting ready for a bumpy ride, through life. Daycare is a stewardess role. Have you got your blankie, your pillow? Your creature comforts will come in handy when you get to the bumpy parts of the ride. Keep your hands and feet to yourself and don't stick your head out of the vehicle. It is easy to descend into repetitive cliche's, but realness is key to teaching children to enjoy the wow's of life and enjoy the beauty around them. From the beautiful fawn who crosses the road in two jumps to the penmanship of the dragonfly, it is enjoying the beauty of the creation and learning to know the Creator, who is blessed forever! I still say there is nothing so beautiful as baby's first smile.

Watching the angels watch and guide my babies.

It is an amazing providence to get to observe the supernatural navigation of infants. I know the Lord and I have seen Him guide and protect a great many little children throughout my life.

These very prayed for children's angels are almost visible to me. Perhaps because of age and aging in the Lord. Perhaps because of the different relationship between me and the children. They are not my children or family and still I am taking part in their care. The things that we accept in our child rearings are or become set in stone in our family traditions. When they are very little, their angels behold the face of God and are bent toward obedience to God. It is amazing to see this in their behavior.

I believe that they are depraved, but their spiritual directors are in the face of God. The more prayer that is involved in their birth and rearing, the more visible is the spiritual battle that they are engaged in. While they sleep, they shake their heads and their dreams are nearly audible, while you are watching them.

Our rearing is whittling handles for God to hold and direct them. God is able to use our example to engage their emotions toward good, much before they are even able to mentally ascent to doctrines and truths. I see the angels preparing the children to let me go, daily and whenever our relationship will end. God is God and not Ms. Jayne. You know that don't you. They say yes to that, while they are sleeping. She's not always going to be with you. God loves you more than anyone in the world. More than mommy and daddy, more than Ms. Janet or anyone else; God loves you and has a wonderful plan for your life. They wrestle and wriggle with the truths that are coming clear in their young minds.

We are uncovering and setting up the basic foundations where future truths will hang. When the light of truth comes on in their eyes, you certainly don't want to see it covered up or squashed.

Self will and self defense in the public arena is different than the defense of truth and rightness. Some few of them are won by the angels in God's face and they are bent on defending truth and right. They never do it the right way. They often look just the same as the darkling child who hits for vicious, malicious comfort. But there is a difference. Prayer and discernment needs to be engaged in their rearing. Is this wrongdoing a defense of right that has been engaged in before the time, or is this wrongdoing a hellish expression of a lost soul? There is a difference. Nana's prayers help her to see a little deeper into the spiritual condition of the child.

They are being buffeted by the principalities of the families that are part of their social engagement. Some allow their children to act out until the Holy Spirit arrests them into God's control. What a loss to leave them to themselves until they come to intellectual ascent to submission to God's control. They miss walking with God and hearing from Him in their dreams as infants. As I see the angel's engage these children, I see the job more clearly. We are either facilitators of their walk with God or hinderances. Help us, Lord to be facilitators in the process. Amen.

Learning to listen to the songs of the angels, was a great lesson at my previous job.

Perhaps it is only through the whistles of the hornets nests that they jam, but I had never heard the angel's jam as they did in insurances. At church, it is a simple song of rejoicing and delight. Insurance pillars are another place that the angels seemed very concerned and deliberate. I don't exactly know why, although I can surmise some of the reasons. That is not my interest in discussing them, today. It was the light show that was breathtaking, that I saw the other night. What a great and beautiful meeting of the angels in the sky. I was grateful to have been included or enlightened to their meeting.

It looked as though the angels get the privilege to dispense certain special abilities in the lightning. It looked like it was their web, like a spider's web. They take the principalities and put a lasso around them and make them subject to the Lord of All. This will never do, we must have this principality overcome that wicked thought pattern and take it captive. Has the church been praying about this or that wicked practice, overwhelming them in their days? The Church has prayed and so we will send that on the barge to the places where prayer is wont. Some of the battles of the spirit are flaming in the sky above us, as we contend in prayer, corporate prayer. What claims are in heaven have to do with whether the conditions are prayed for. Is the language dealing with problems in their culture? Are the children being tolerated or welcomed? Is mercy a forethought or an afterthought? How many children are learning of God's grace and mercy, before the hardening of the conscience? How many are slipping through the cracks? The claims of heaven are more specific and more eternal than those on the earth. Ours is the prayer and the activity part. It seems the angel's take the claims to heaven and dispatch the eternal consequences and the light show seemed to be a meeting, where they burned garbage and recycled what they could. It was beautiful, just the same.

I call them Angel Flutes...

They are really wasp nests or hornets nests, but Mrs Blackbird says that late at night, when no one is on that side of the building, the angels have a jam session on them and they sound like what we call wood winds but they are wax-winds. I had never seen them before. Stuck to the side of the pillars are these wax instrument-looking things with holes placed strategically, like a recorder or a flute.
One night I worked late and I heard them tuning their instruments for the jam-session. I couldn't wait around for the concert, but only the parent birds were allowed to stay up late for the party. The Blackbirds and the Robins and the Bluejays and even some other assortments of birds traveled, from as far away as the park on the other side of the big street to hear the Angel's jam.
Mrs. Bluejay told me that none of her tunes are original. All of the songbirds stay up late and listen to the concerts and borrow the angel's tunes and share them with us.
I am glad she told me that, because when I borrow parts of tunes in my musical attempts, I don't feel so bad.
One evening, I'll be brave enough to sit up and listen to the Angel-jam!

I walked around the bend,

past the columns that house the "angel flutes" and I saw a bird flitter off, seemingly in a huff. My curious mind, just assumed that Mr. and Mrs Robin had had a spat and that he was off again, in his attitudy way. As I got closer to Mrs. Robin, I was poised with another pittious plattitude about the difficulties of maintaining a relationship. It is none of my business, except that she is my friend and everything. With all that we've been through together, I think I should say something about the bickering that I have seen them engaged in daily during this egglaying and nest building seasons. I wanted to ask her, if this is a particularly difficult laying season or is it always like this with him.
She saw pity on my face and chimed right in, not allowing me to say a word. I would've invited you to tea today, but we never know when you are coming around the bend. Mr. Blackbird came for tea today and as you can see we chose the best picnicking spot for our oldest and dearest friend."
I was off-base completely, and there was Mr. Robin, behaving himself beautifully and helping with the clean-up from the beautiful teaparty with Mr. Blackbird...
silly me.