MorningPrayer Friday

Dear God,
   Sometimes memories overtake us creaking like a squeaky washing machine, irritating and painful.  Sometimes, though, memories are a sweet fragrance, floating on a breeze and lifting our spirits. May we be transformed by good memories and lifted above those that cause pain. May our prayers be filled with the hope of the past and a vision of the future. May our senses be saturated with you, our God. AMEN

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