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 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.


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