I’m not sure what I would’ve done differently if I’d known what was coming, way back on that late summer evening. There was so much destruction that I’d see in the coming months, it’s almost incomprehensible.
Things that don’t seem fathomable.
And yet…
And yet.
Don’t we learn something through our trials? Who are we without the challenges in our lives? Without the triumphs that surely must eventually follow? Picasso said, “Every act of creation is first an act of destruction,” and it’s true.
I wouldn’t wish these past months on my worst enemy, but I’m also keenly aware that without them, I wouldn’t be the daughter, wife, mother, friend that I am today.
Change is scary. Change is challenging. Change is inevitable.
And nothing changes faster than the world at today’s pace. Our world – the way it looks, sounds, feels – changes at lightning speed.
It can be dizzying.
What happens when people are terrified of that change? So terrified, they take matters into their own, dangerous hands? So terrified, they do things humans should be incapable of doing?
I was about to find out.
Emerald, Iowa 