His compassions fail not. They are new every morning. " --[ Lamentation 3:22-23 / KJV

--My Aunt at one hundred years old, doesn't string her present moments together together as she used to . She says her memory's getting 'thin' That's hard for her to accept when her reasoning still works fine.
Each experience is first-of-its kind for Aunt Bette, a "fresh first" Whether a trees seen dozens of times, a neighbor she's greeted, of a gift weeks ago, she extends her full delight as if it's entirely new. Watching her is like riding a Ferris wheel and rediscovering the same exhilarating sights every time it goes around.

One of my favorite "fresh fruits" is the pie that her daughter Margie gives her. Every morning Aunt Betty surprised to find pie on her kitchen counter. "Where'd this come from?" she asks. When she learns it's from Margy, she get's another surprise , "How dear of her." she responds.

--Why do I allow my daily life to become dull with familiarity Why can't I catch a ride on the Ferris wheel ands see the same things new enthusiasm? How long since I've felt stirred by God's gifts of sound and movement of sun an drain and sky and rain and sky, of friends and faith purpose?

Aunt Betty's wheel of "fresh fruits" is a purpose is a sweet spin of gratitude, and joy eagerness . It's the best ride going whether you're one or one hundred.'--"Creator God, lead me in circles of recurring wonder for that seem commonplace.
--ODB/ CK`