Tigger at the Australian Open

It was a delightful sunny day. All was set to have Serena win her record Grand Slam.The sun was shining and the birds were singing, but Winnie and Tigger were planning a practical joke on Serena.

Being a bear of very little brain, it couldnt be but so extravagant of a practical joke.
     The meeting for the planning was well attended, Pooh, Piglet, Eeyore and Rabbit were all on time and Owl and Tigger were expected to slam the meeting, after it had begun.  They had read the minutes of a prior meeting, although no one had remembered having a prior meeting, there in Australia... They couldnt find a Beech Tree to meet in and they had stowed away on an airplane.They had to sit underneath a Eucalyptus tree, which smelled very strong and was making Pooh think of honey. They had a very hungry looking Koala looking in their direction during the meeting, which made them all consider a different location to discuss their plans.  Where do they keep the Heffalumps and Woozles here in Australia, they all wondered?

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.

Dear God, Thank you for the Rain. Can we have a little dry weather now? I still want to see the London Rains. amen

A hymn---

Immortal, invisible, God only wise, In light inaccessible hid from our eyes, Most blessed, most glorious, the Ancient of Days, Almighty, victorious, Thy great name we praise. Unresting, unhasting, and silent as light, Nor wanting nor wasting, Thou rulest in might; Thy justice like mountains high soaring above Thy clouds which are fountains of goodness and love. Great Father of glory, pure Father of light, Thine angels adore Thee, all veiling their sight; All praise we would render: O help us to see 'Tis only the splendour of light hideth Thee.

PSI,SCY Pi, etc

Yesterday was a busy day in the sky. 2 or 3 pair of glasses, birds of different types and excaliber was facing the wrong way, to me. I just had to drink it all in, in my groggy morning fog. I tried to process it and memorize, but Helen always says that these things will come clear when you get to them. So, I just enjoyed the jottings that were clear.

I always think that excaliber is stuck in the bottom of the ocean and a symbol of the fiery sword that was turned to and fro, "keeping the way". It has to be down, was my anticipation of the ending of the story that the angel was engaging me in, but now I don't know. He loves to show me how tennis moves compare to his longstanding motions and diligence before he lost it. I couldn't really see him, yesterday, so maybe this is the part that he let it go and it was flying.

The evening sky was looking like the burning garbage that we saw.

IT is no coincidence that Kaius is pulling hair.

He pulls out hair from each of his friends and it is so significant to me, when I look in his hands and see hair in his fingers. He looks me in my eyes, as though I should already have known this. I keep doing things and telling him that it is not nice, but it is the one thing that he does that I don't catch him until it is already done.

The first handful of hair was exactly the spot in the head where my Evie had a bald spot from her bandana. I prayed for Ev and for the other children, even though there was no bald spot where Kaius pulled. This must stop! He is lessening his aggressive behavior, but I am praying for the grace and mercy to see his sneaky behavior and redirect it. I see the parallel to my own holding onto wrong things and it is convicting.