---His compassions fail not. They are new every morning

--My Aunt , at one hundred years old, doesn't string her present moments together as she used to. She says her memory's getting "thin." That's a a hard for her to accept. when her reasoning still works fine. ' Each experience is a first-of-it's kind for Aunt Betty, a "fresh first." Watching her is like riding a Ferris Wheel s and rediscovering the same exhilarating sights every time it goes around.

--One of my favorite "fresh fruits" is the pie that her daughter Margy gives her. Every morning Aunt Betty is surprised to find pie on her kitchen counter. "Where'd this come from" she asks. She it's from Margy, she gets 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 and see things with new enthusiasm? How long since I've felt stirred by God's gifts of sight and sound and movement, of sun and rain and sky, of friends and faith and purpose?

Aunt Betty's wheel of of "fresh fruits'' is a sweep spin of gratitude and joy, eagerness and surprise It's the best ride going, whether you're one or one hundred. ~~

--"Creator God, lead me in circles of recurring wonder for things that seem commonplace. ~~
--ODB//CK~