This week I have been reflecting on some lessons that come from both ends of life. I have travelled through beautiful sun-drenched Cotswold villages to visit my aunt, Jo, now just a month short of her 103rd birthday. Sadly, she is in hospital and much dependent on others for her care but doing well nonetheless and looking forward, God willing, to returning home once again. In her early days as a Norland nanny, Jo lived with various families caring for the young children in her charge who were dependent on her for everything. Those children, now all in their seventies, still come to visit her. As it says in Proverbs 31:28 “Her children arise and call her blessed.” Having known her care and genuine friendship throughout my life, I am glad to see that, but such recognition is never guaranteed in this life.
Roger Winson writes: