I stepped up to 2020 with a fervor to embrace it. The known of 2019 stepped aside for the new possibilities of 2020, and I sprinted ahead. And then I stumbled. Not because of anything I had done; as the ground rose and fell under me with life disruptions, I found myself frantically trying to find my footing as I moved one week into the next. And just as I thought I had righted myself, the ground under me dropped out with a sudden and intense finality.
This year has become what I believe God always intended it to be for me: an embrace.