My parents were born before WWII. Both were very organized and kept meticulous records. Stumbling over a plastic recipe box filled with handwritten index cards gave me pause as we cleaned out my father’s last residence after he passed away. I knew I wanted to keep it as a memento. Discovering both parents’ handwritten prayers shared publicly in their church and various service groups was a joy and a reminder to me. I always felt safe in my parents’ house, even as an adult with my own family. Their prayers are windows to their hearts, and their strength based on their faith.
May all our words be windows to our hearts.