Every so often I think about how life has changed, and yet, in some ways, stayed the same. I think about how I would not have predicted that we will be in the middle of a coronavirus pandemic in 2020, isolated and in lock downs. I could not have predicted that millions of people would lose their jobs, children would be learning at home, and we would be at complete mercy of our governments and our faith to support us through this. And yet, it somehow feels all too familiar. In every adversity we face, there is a sense of a lack of control, a feeling of hopelessness, and a flickering glimmer of hope.
Nothing in life is guaranteed
What is today, can change tomorrow
What is tomorrow, can change again
Change is the only constant
We live in a cycle
Everything repeats itself
You have been here before
In other ways, in other forms
You got through that
You will get through this too
