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, December 4, 2015

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.

Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

jayne c walker's

___________________________________________________________






_________________________________________________________________________________________________<>Robins Don't LeanBluejays Don't Beg

For the Birds?

For the Birds?
click on the picture to for an Evvie story.

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