Peter is an enigma. That has to be ok. I have to be content to know that nobody knows what is wrong with him, not really, nor why the drugs and treatments are not working. I have to be content if none of the drugs ever work. Content to have the almost certainty of a significantly handicapped child, mentally if not otherwise. Content to rest in Jesus for His wisdom and care and power, rather than putting yet another vain hope in this next drug to maybe make everything better. Content to have Peter's vision never improve.
I'm not there yet. But the sooner I am, the less agitated my heart will be. It won't take away the tears of disappointment, frustration, and grief. But perhaps it would give a song through the pain.
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