Glenys, my Mother-in-Law, meets up with my Grandaughter, Daisy.
88 years against a few weeks of age. Glenys has lost her sight and her memory while Daisy is only beginning to make sense of the world she sees and is building up her memory. I imagine that most of us who are older have no recollection of our lives at ten weeks old. In this perhaps Glenys and Daisy are the similar!
I reflect that whether memory has gone or has not been developed yet – at the beginning or at the end of life – God is present and real. He does not depend on our awareness, knowledge or memory, yet we are held in his memory, his presence for eternity.