For 2020, I had prayed that I would be a fountain and not a drain. That I’d be able to be a source of life, joy, and kindness to those around me. Little did I know how that prayer would be tried and tested in the hardest of years.

I gave as best as I could until I ran empty or tired or numb. Then you gave to me…and now I understand fountains are only as useful as the water that’s being poured in.

In short, thanks to all of you who have been my fountain this year—you’ve made my steps lighter. I hope I was able to return part of the generosity. May we all have a resilient, hope-filled 2021.