I remember moving across the country during a difficult time in my life. As I packed up the kitchen, I—how to say it—accidentally broke a plate or two. (wink, nudge.) It felt good. Why?
I remember a couple, both in their eighties and married for decades. The husband had Parkinson’s,...

Give me eyes, Lord, to see the transitions of life—be they happy or sad—as opportunities to be honest before you about both my hopes and my fears. Amen.


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