Windshield Time

As the windshield wipers glide from end to end, their movement clears the glass of the pouring rain so I can see my path forward. The wipers' rhythm and consistency give me comfort on a gray raining day. As I travel, I give thanks for them. But for their existence, I would be unable to find my way. Practicing gratitude is sometimes recognizing the beauty and gift of the ordinary.  What helps you find your way?