There seems to be great controversy as to whether masks make a difference and who should be wearing them. I don’t know who to believe. I don’t know what to believe. What I do know is that I miss people. I miss my people. I miss spontaneity.
I find a lot of meaning in personalizing scripture - putting myself into the narrative. And Good Friday is always a very contemplative day for me. So here's where I am today.
Life during this pandemic is a roller coaster of ups and downs, each day a bit different than the last. The only thing to do is hang on for dear life until the ride is over.
I've struggled to stay in a good head space, especially when I start thinking about how long this might go on. But one of the ways I've intentionally tried to control my thoughts is to make a list of the good things that have come from this crisis.
I have lived my entire life trying to get other people to behave a certain way. To make the decisions I think they should make. To choose the things I think they should choose. 2020 is the year I choose to stop.
It's been a couple years since I did an end of the year post, but it's time. So much happened. So much to remember. So much to celebrate.
We've been talking about it for lots of years. It finally happened. We renovated our home into a place to cultivate life.