It’s noon on Monday, May 8. I’m at the Laundromat, finishing off a two-week-long punch list that is humorous for its breath, but not its scale: air filters to assignments, stamps to short-sleeved-shirts, lamps to lingonberries, make-up to mulch, and fence to flatware to pharmacy.
I’m eagerly expectant (do I dare say, ‘ready to get this started’?) and yet reluctant. To know that immense demands and life-altering decisions lay just ahead is quite something. Yet I do have a sense that we’ve been prepared for this. That our experience of God, and church, and community, and family has somehow equipped us, and that much more of the same will be available when we need it. And that many, many people have walked this path– and ones far more treacherous– ahead of us.