I've seen alot of things in the sky, but this was a humdinger, even for me! {ON Shin Day}

This is the closest cartoon, to what I saw, signed by UNC C.He seemed to know that I would understand it! and just as quickly as he was a pistol-toting cartoon character, it changed into the photo of me that I saw, with a candle in my mouth and turned to the side, as a little girl.

I just kept it to myself amidst the music and the talk of the trip.

I am often aware of the angelic graffiti that comes to me in my travels away from my children. They know this is difficult for me and tell me jokes to keep my spirits up. Even the cows tell me jokes, when they know I am leaving my children.

They really don't like the way I sob!

I don't like it either. Well, now I think uncle was trying to tell me to hurry up and tell the story of "Glad Adoration". So that is what I will try to do. Jochabed's story will remain an aside...

And I woke from that nap bereft of all of my Halleluias./ Not Good, we have to go to the bank!

Where did they go?  I had them in my pocket and I took them out regularly.  While I was asleep they had slipped out of my pocket and flown right back to the Halleluia bank.
I felt cold and tired and empty.  How could I go on without the stash of Halleluias that I was storing for a rainy day?

The Halleluia Angel took my hand and whispered in my ear.  I will hold your hand and we will see what some others have done with their Halleluias.  If you don't spend them quickly, you will lose them.

First, we went to a hospital and sat at the bedside of an elderly gentleman.  He was spending his Halleluias on the staff at the hospital and they were growing tremendous treasures for him that was coming very soon in his great and grand reception in heaven.  The angel pulled the curtain of heaven back so I could see simultaneously, the halleluia and the angels in heaven setting the special banquet of his reception which was coming up in one week.   The nurses came in to check on him and he greeted each with one or two of his Halleluias.  He didn't have to go to any bank to get them.  They were in his soul and deep seeded.  Where does he keep his?  I asked the angel.

Will I ever get to "Glad Adoration" if I keep losing my Halleluias?

Yesterday's sky had a very clear Z

I said, do you think that the planes made that Z, Ben? He said there is no way the planes could make lines that wide. I am glad he confirmed that to me, because I would have thought somebody had to make that in the sky. Somebody did and somebody is watching the sky and it's me, watching. God is writing! I have seen pi's in the sky very often, but never a Z...Go figure! Z day comes after Y day, as I had thought before. Why, Oh why is this or that thing happening. The Alleluia angel left me on Y Friday a while back. He seemed to send the Z to remind me of what happens when God answers the Y's with a Z.

At the praise camp that I have been at for years and years for praise tutoring, they taught me that we are not to ask why. I was on Alleluia Blvd walking with the crew of them and my answer was always Y. Their answer, reflexively was Alleluia, even that made me ask why. I was really afraid that they never would come back and I was destined to stay in the Y's forever. It took a while, but they came back for me, but they had to let me stew in my y's for a while, before they could show me the Z's.

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!

the Wise or the Y's

The Halleluia Angel left on Friday. She was with me all the way until Y street came to Wise Avenue. I do know why. It was faster than a blink and that is the practice that happens in the churches where I still haven't won on that battle. Did He wake you up this morning? the answer is not Why, it is Halleluia! So I was left, right there. Alone. No uncle there on that silent question. No huge choir of singing sure ones to guide my feet alone in my why.
Jesus certainly doesn't leave you alone on Why and Wise, but the congregation and the angels cannot help you when you get there. One day, I will be able to say Halleluia to that question, but for now, it is me and Jesus walking in the darkness of WHY.

We passed a Sunflower patch and I cried on Uncle's shoulder, so hard that we had to sit down.

I needed those, Halleluias, Uncle, I came here to get them and I don't know how many I just lost, pulling them out of my pocket. Whatever am I going to do?
Uncle just quietly consoled me, even he didn't know what to say. I didn't know you were going to get so upset about the loss of the Halleluias, was his only reply, after he waited for me to calm down some. We got up and started to pick up the pace, to make up the time, we had lost crying.
If you don't watch it, he sternly warned, you will not make it to Glad Adoration, in one piece. That was a real slap in the face. I knew that I didn't want to go to Glad Adoration in more than one piece, so I really tried to pull myself together.

All ye who hear, Brothers and sisters, draw near;

All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him!

We were getting close to "For Aye" and there was a huge number of people bottlenecking on the road. Uncle said that this is the junction where "All ye who hear" and "All that hath life" and breath come together. What huge traffic and I saw the angels overhead trying to build congregations to suit the large numbers of people from different cultures who were coming to the same place at the same time. They would come down and look people in the face, here and there and then fly up above us to talk about what they would have to do to make this and that different group of people meet on an area of agreement. These are similar in this way and different in this way, they would say. We will have to blind them to this aspect of their differences for a while, until they get mature enough to know their Christian duties, if we are going to accommodate them all in this small road portion. It broadens out, once we get to Aye, but along this course, there is sure to be a lot of conflict. Two of them were sent higher to get some "Blessed salve" for the damages that were sure to happen in the close quarters. Families were close to the center and on the outside were the solitary. Every once in a while the angels would lift a solitary one and just drop them in the middle of this and that family. It was adorable.
Uncle, are all of these people going to "Glad Adoration"? YYupp! was his terse reply. Many a solitary get stuck on the fence on either side of the road at this point and they stay there for a long time, before the angels loose them and drop them in the center, so that they can make progress.
The angels had a hymn list that they stuck to very closely. They had very little tolerance for changes in this close proximity. Patience was about them, but they were very diligent about keeping the group moving at a good pace.