If you would have told me this time last year what the next 12 months would look like, I would not have been able to wrap my mind around it. But here we all are, living in a world where wearing a mask has become the new “normal.” We have spent most of the last 12 months secluded and distancing ourselves from not only strangers but our own family and friends. And because we were all so far apart, technology has become one of our most precious commodities. So no, I would have never believed this is what life would look like a year later.

Before my daddy got sick, the virus felt so far away and unreal. But like many others, I soon realized that it was indeed real and would hit our hometown hard. But amidst the sickness, death and broken hearts was a sense of unity and empathy that I had never experienced before. Acquaintances became friends and we quickly learned to lean on each other for support. Social media became a place of solitude and comfort for myself as well as others.
Each day, I typed out the update on Dad with tears in my eyes, knowing once I posted, the outpouring of love and support would comfort me. I do not know if I will ever be able to put into words how much that changed my perspective on life. If there is a positive to the nightmare that was 2020, it is that we learned how to be kind humans again. We learned just how important affection and physical touch is, and how to give love to those who need it most.

I have lost my entire immediate family, all in tragic situations. My faith has been challenged, and on more days than not I have wanted to give up. And then God steps in and shows me once again what grace really looks like. I hope and pray that I never forget that God is Bigger.