Now we see through a glass darkly

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

Friday, November 13, 2015

It was a delightful night that I dreamed Beulah Bondi came dancing into my room.

It has been a month since she and her friends came in rejoicing. She was helping me to see the importance of playground safety rules. I took the class and I was grateful that in our many trips to the park, we had never had a sad occurrence in the playground.

In my sleep, or in my prayerful musings; as I was thanking God for coming from a very playground safety oriented family that she came in. She introduced me to the other women who participated in bringing safety to the foreground of preschool care. We danced around rejoicing that this enemy of our children's life and health is being tackled courageously, by mommies and caretakers. God grant us victory tackling the other enemies to truth and life. In Jesus' Name, Amen.

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