Sunday, May 17, 2026

“I remember the days of long ago; I meditate on all your works and consider what your hands have done.” — Psalm 143:5

As I sit here this morning, listening to the rhythmic gurgling of the coffee pot, my mind drifts back into the past. I’m finding that with age, I spend more time pondering where I’ve been than where I’m going. It isn’t that I’m stuck in the past; I am simply reflecting on it.

I remember when Kevin and I began visiting the nursing home. It started with a single name on a church shut-in list, but it soon grew into a weekly family tradition. We met so many people who became dear friends, and I loved the way they spoke of their lives. When they shared their memories, they didn’t just tell stories—they took you there with them. I finally understand why they looked back so often. As the Bible says,

“Remember the days of old; consider the generations long past” (Deuteronomy 32:7).

For me, these reflections are a map of my growth. I see the moments of joy and the seasons of regret. We can’t erase the past, but we can learn from every bit of it—the good, the bad, and everything in between.

My life didn’t follow the plan I originally imagined, but it turned out exactly as it was meant to be. I love this imperfect life I’ve been given. In my stubbornness, I may have chosen the harder path to get here, but I am grateful for the destination. I’ve realized that while

“In their hearts humans plan their course, the Lord establishes their steps” (Proverbs 16:9).

They say time heals all wounds—I don’t know if that’s true, but I do know that time teaches us how to carry them with more grace.

My Prayer:
Father, thank You for the road I’ve traveled. Thank You for the clarity of reflection and for the grace to see Your hand in every mile. Thank You for being there, even when I couldn’t see You.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.