When times are hard and confusing, I find comfort and courage in surrounding myself with memories and stuff that legacies are made of. Reflecting backwards has a way of anchoring me so that I can grab grace that moves me forward into some of the hard life places.
Recently, I was thinking about my Grandfather (actually, I think about him alot!). And one story came to mind that for some reason, I've been clinging to.
After WWI, Germany and it's people were "punished" for all the damage they did against other countries. Part of that punishment was the rationing of food. Grandfather remembered well the days where all he had to eat was one half of a potato. Today, I look at a potato and am thankful for the plenty I have.
What about you?