I sat in a prayer group this week led by a senior adult lady who is struggling with weakness. Some days it is hard for her to hold her head up. She walks into the building leaning on a walker on wheels and stops every few feet to catch her breath.
This leader went around the circle and asked each of us for our personal prayer requests. When her turn came she said she was just so filled with joy and thanksgiving. She attributed this to learning that two members of our younger staff team were pregnant. It prompted memories for her of how she loved being pregnant and how thankful she was for the wonderful life she had been given.
What do you polish your rear view mirror with in order to see these memories even when your path today is difficult to navigate?