It’s strange living as a first gen in the Experiential Age. Our brain is fed a steady diet of images about relationships, body image, career, health, success, achievements, education, caretaking, knowledge, ambition, comparison, living circumstances, best life practices, and on and on.

Some endings become beginnings. Just when we feel like we can’t go under the wave one more time. Just when we think the weight of this is too heavy. Just when we can’t see the next step. When it ends, dies, runs out, leaves.

It was probably the best gift I ever gave my husband. I’m not a great gift giver.

COVID-19 is scattering the Church. But don’t be afraid.