I am on a road, like a highway. It continues straight on into the distance. It's a clear road, not too many bumps, easy and unobstructed. Off the side of the big road is a tiny curving path.
I’ve been dreaming about dreaming for a while. But the actual dreaming … that’s a whole new ball game. I don't know yet what my post-employment life will look like yet but I'm hoping it will include lunch with Bob Goff.
I've been at this place before in my life ... the fork in the road with one sign marked "What if?" But I've never before had the courage to follow it. This time I am.
As a parent, I'm trying to walk the seemingly impossible line between helping our kids see and understand the evil in this world and allowing them an unburdened and carefree childhood.
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.