Then I look out the window to our reality.
The grass is greening up.
Flowers are sprouting up.
Baby calves are being born.
Feed pickups still run feed routes.
Our kids are filthy muddy from playing outside.
We still drive down to skip rocks in the creek.
The wind still howls over the hills.
The laundry is still here.
The sun still rises.
We still make our beds every morning.
We still say our prayers every night before bed.
So yes, in some ways everything has changed. In some ways, nothing has.
