My phone died this morning. Kaput. Chirping out the arrival of a text one minute and completely unresponsive the next. I don’t believe that God killed my phone to teach me a lesson about being less dependent on my phone.
There are plenty of reasons to be anxious and depressed right now. Mass shootings, communities devastated by hurricanes and earthquakes, threats of nuclear war. In these chaotic times, it’s normal to feel like things are spinning out of control. But
I’m about four years into a do-it-yourself home renovation. And it has almost killed me. I’ve watched a lot of YouTube videos on load-bearing walls, plumbing, and electrical outlets, and mostly fumbled through everything trying to literally avoid killing myself.