“No, I am fine. Don’t worry. Thanks for asking.”

“When do the kids go to bed? When can I drink a glass of wine? It’s only 3 pm? I am so tired. It’s Wednesday, again.”

I didn’t even notice it. I just bought it, every time. Until our freezer filled up with ice-cream off all kinds. The kids love ice-cream, but even they couldn’t eat as much as I kept buying.

When laying in my bed at night, I find myself praying much more intentionally and more intensive right now than just a couple of months ago. Has my faith grown? I am not sure.

I just googled “differences in rye flour for sourdough bread”. Because, sure enough, we too have started baking our own bread. Like basically everyone I know in my neighborhood.

What are the burdens you have been carrying during the last weeks? Whose burdens are you taking upon yourself?