I had once thought that each decade of my life involved at least major upheaval, something which throws me completely, threatens my health or well-being, not just a unfortunate turn of events. A bad breakup in  a long-term relationship is a good example, or chronic anxiety, another. Yes, I know, that is not a proper sentence but this is my blog.

But last year took the cake (if baking is the right metaphor), because three or four decades was rolled into one year. I was sick, my wife was sick, my son was sick, my mother passed away and much more besides. When I say sick, I mean in a potentially life-threatening way, not just a bout of the flu or a broken leg.

When I look back on 2024, I can hardly fathom the relentless awfulness of it, though there was a brief respite in the winter months. By the grace of God I am still here, somewhat calmer and stronger in key ways, and it is nearly March, so that is promising. Ann is still having tests but so far they have all come out well.

I feel a little like I am walking on egg-shells, but time is passing. No, one cannot predict whether good or bad is just around the corner, so really, as Jesus said, it is prudent just to take each day at a time. Faith is a mighty blessing, and who can say if I would be here or not without it.