Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Prayers for Peter, who beats the goats! b 8/27/16

I asked him,  why do you beat the goats and he told me he had to control them and they run off if he doesn't beat them.  Don't beat them, Peter.  I know you are tired of chasing them.  I know you are distressed at their stubbornness.  I know that it concerns you so of their state, but try to enjoy their frolicking ways.  Look at the long haul.

Give Peter grace, dear Lord!  Help him to woo and grow the sheep and the goats that he must tend.  Give him a second and third wind at his tasks.  Help him look to the Grandfather for the example of gentle leading.  Give him a gentle firmness, in spite of himself.  As he looks into the future from the past, let him see your shepherding care and your loving looks and guidance and try to win, even the goats with the winsomeness that You bestow.

I love Peter's determination and usefulness for You.  Give him joy and wonder at what You are doing with him in this season of perseverance.  Help my friend Peter, know the joy of a job well done.


Prayers for Peter, who beat the goats!

I asked him,  why do you beat the goats and he told me he had to control them and they run off if he doesn't beat them.  Don't beat them, Peter.  I know you are tired of chasing them.  I know you are distressed at their stubbornness.  I know that it concerns you so of their state, but try to enjoy their frolicking ways.  Look at the long haul.

Give Peter grace, dear Lord!  Help him to woo and grow the sheep and the goats that he must tend.  Give him a second and third wind at his tasks.  Help him look to the Grandfather for the example of gentle leading.  Give him a gentle firmness, in spite of himself.  As he looks into the future from the past, let him see your shepherding care and your loving looks and guidance and try to win, even the goats with the winsomeness that You bestow.

I love Peter's determination and usefulness for You.  Give him joy and wonder at what You are doing with him in this season of perseverance.  Help my friend Peter, know the joy of a job well done.


Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Bessie and the Gals were

playing hide and go seek the last I saw them.


I can't help but giggle, when I see the huge animals standing behind a tree and telling me to shhhh.  Why do they think their friends can't see them behind the tree?  I can't tell.  But they laugh so hard when they turn around and get over to their friend who is hiding.  The way of the cow's frolicing is very amusing.

They run after one another with such abandon, whether it is tag or hide and seek or their laps, as they call them, it is astounding how they entertain one another, when they are not gossiping.

Gossip is their primary passion and I don't think it is malicious, just their way.

Bessie and the Gals were

playing hide and go seek the last I saw them.


I can't help but giggle, when I see the huge animals standing behind a tree and telling me to shhhh.  Why do they think their friends can't see them behind the tree?  I can't tell.  But they laugh so hard when they turn around and get over to their friend who is hiding.  The way of the cow's frolicing is very amusing.

They run after one another with such abandon, whether it is tag or hide and seek or their laps, as they call them, it is astounding how they entertain one another, when they are not gossiping.

Gossip is their primary passion and I don't think it is malicious, just their way.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Imagination of the Blind Grandmother in Heidi.

OH dear, Grandfather,


 The old Grandmother is blind and she cannot see. She hears only the creaking of the shutters and the swaying of the house and it scares her. Would you fix her house, Grandfather? Would you help her feel the security of a stable dwelling? Grandmother feels that the wind will take her house right in on her head. We must help her see the comforts and the beauty of all that is around her. Would you help, me Grandfather to give the old Grandmother the tastes and smells that will bring the comfort that will cheer her heart?

 No one can make the sunshine for her because her eyes are no longer seeing. No one can make the days light for her and she can't see the sun kiss the mountains Good morning and Good night. We can fill her other senses with life and joy and help her see with her heart that we love her and that the world is not against her.

 Don't be grieved at her, Grandfather. She can't help that her blindness makes her cross and angry, sometimes. Meet her in the help and strength that only you can. Help her to know that her house is going to hold her and not fall in on her head.

Bring the hammer and the nails and the shingles and the wood and build her the house that is falling down about her.  She's not angry with you, Grandfather, she is just afraid.  She is sad and petulant.  Be the strong man that can help her know peace in her life.



Friday, August 5, 2016

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.



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For the Birds?

For the Birds?
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Sparrow's Spring nest

Mr. and Mrs. Sparrow were caught, by me yesterday, shopping together for a new home. They flitted and flirted, just outside my window. Talking and discussing and lovingly disagreeing, if not arguing the benefits and the pitfalls of living at our house.
Mrs. Sparrow was very impressed with the 2 "ready made" nests hung outside our window. Mr. Sparrow hadn't even thought of them as "ready-made" nests. He used them for the provision of building materials for the private home that he had in mind in a surprise and hidden place. He doesn't like the openness, at all, of our porch. It's much too populated. When Mr. Sparrow gets it into his mind to give his sweet chicky a peck, he wants the freedom to do it without a bunch of younguns peeking over the nest to see what comes next.
Mrs. Sparrow was impressed that the porch was fully protected from hailstones. We all know what happened to a great many of last years' nests in that surprise hailstorm we had. Male birds seem to have a very short memory for storms. They have only one thing in mind in the nest building season... 03/09