Flying in Favor"lings"!

It was a sunny Lord's Day and I was determined to "press my way", inspite of my untoward attitude. This is an attitude that comes yearly, when March rolls around, for some unspoken reason.

So, yesterday I heard John p. Kee’s new song. Walking in Favor. I wasn’t impressed myself. But the response of the birds was utterly remarkable. As soon as they heard it they said, who is flying in favor, sit like this. Amen. And they did. All the say to church they were popping five, as it were with eachother to signify that they were aware that they were flying in favor. I was impressed that they were so aware of the favor of God upon them. It dulled the accusations of the enemy for a brief moment. No matter how I prep for this month, He always swoops. Maybe the birds can see him?{the enemy}

"He's trying to steal the glory", they warned. "He's not stealing it from me!" they said, everyone of them as I passed them. "Are you flying in favor?" They said let's see if she can get up from this swoop from the enemy. I don't think I did and he got entirely too much attention in spite of the help from my friends, sad to say.

Next stop "Paroucia"...

Froggiepoo and snakey and I got on the train at 4th St. We had run up the stairs and that is not easy with your backpack in one hand and a tiny snake in the other. Thank God, Froggie had kept up with me hopping. I had to hold the door for a minute and he hopped the last steps limberly but a little slower than my long legs had taken me. There were people already on the train and other animals of every kind. We knew we wanted to go to Paroucia and everybody on the train had the same intention. I stuck snakey in my mouth and dropped my bag to grab froggy and make sure that he didn't fall between the entrance and the door of the train. The people on the train had determined to get to know one another. They were singing and praising and grateful to be on the way. Froggie and snakey set themselves in my bag and fell asleep. It was an arduous trip up the stairs and we had to catch our breath.

I do appreciate how daddies love their daughters...

There was a time that I couldn't see it quite as clearly. I felt a kiss from my daddy one day, while I was mowing the lawn. I knew it was him and I held that kiss close as could be. They love us, daddies do. They can't really tell us what they want for our lives so clearly, but they love us and it is a part of the picture of the Father in heaven's love. Mrs. Day didn't have any daughters so she wasn't at the father's meeting. They seemed to show me the types of material that were being used for the stairs. I thought they were cleaning the stairs, when Mr. Day showed me his part. But, now I think that they have a part in building the stairs that we will take to the sky on. As I drove through the fog it was as though they were all carrying the car through. Look at this block and look at the inside of that block, the prayers of the saints are used in the composition of the steps. Will we overcome, by the blood of the Lamb and the word of our testimony? is always my question. Look the question is not will we overcome, but will we be ashamed at our prayerlessness as I was when Gramps said, not one of those prayers of yours in Heaven was for me. I was ashamed, because I knew that was true. Well he brought the crew to show me the density of the stairs and to show me the importance of prayer. Uncle says that is his most important investment, in eternity was to have invested in the stairs. They popped over to show me that when you pray for one of their daughters in a special way, the father of that daughter is Amening in Heaven and carrying that prayer right to the block of stairs we'll be walking on when we are gathered together in the air and in the clouds. Gramps said I know that she will know what I mean when I guide her through the dense fog and she feels fine about it. Pray, pray pray and watch for His appearing.

Mrs. Day invited me to the "All Saints Day" Ladies' Tea Party in the sky

I think that as soon as Grandma heard that I was invited, she did what my dad used to do when she would come over. She ran up the stairs so that I wouldn't see her. I only saw the stairs she ran up. Every time the rainbow and the sunset sit opposite of eachother, it is sentimental to me. I had seen the stairs before, but I didn't realize that it was because my Gran was running up the stairs so that I wouldn't see her. I know that she was there because of the stitches on the sheer part of the sunset that the ladies were working on so diligently in their meeting. I really think that Gran is going to be my surprise, when I get to Heaven and she shows me the stairs every time I get close enough to see her in the sky parties. Those ladies are totally into the Chad puzzle and they painted their part of the puzzle, clearly. I really can't tell if they are telling me of the puzzle or following me in the puzzle and that is strange. Anyway, they painted into the skycloth sunset and it had a sheer covering that had Gran's sweet stitches. Be careful of the pins, I could hear her say as she ran up the stairs, it's only basted together. I loved seeing the steps but I couldn't believe that she would show me her stitches.

Is Our Status on God's Social Media?

I saw the blackbirds checking in with the sky, one day. I saw them plotting their course to make it north. Pop Blackbird happily showed on his "sky board", the specific directional signals that they were following, differentiating from the other bird's signals...

Great truths packed in small packages.

Suggested reading, STepping Heavenward, the Heart of Anger, The Christian in Complete Armor, The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment. Just a thought

Now, that I pass the hornet's nest everyday, it seems a game to

reflect on the sayings on the wall, as the bees come to the nest. The sayings on the walls are treasures from our forefathers. Stuff they wanted us to remember, when we see the building that was erected in that place. Still, we pass it by and rarely mull on the preamble and the other documents that went into the preamble's construction. That is like the game that they played in "El Dorado"; throwing the ball into hoops created years and years before. We throw our minds into what was the real expectation of the original signers and attempt to fulfill that mission or at least progress closer to it. The game of matching the principle with the reasoning and the expectation and how to progress unto it. I really never thought our forefather's were that smart to include, "Leviathan" or some of the other writings into their thinking when agreeing to preamble together. I thought of it as banging shackles off of one's self, as it were. That building's weaving those other thought's with the preamble is really a beautiful tapestry of freedom in the imagination.