I live alone. When the world basically turned upside down, a lockdown was put into place, and I was not able to drive. I felt like a prisoner in my house—my only companion, a cat.
It was OK for a while; I read books, watched television, sorted my closet, and talked on the phone. And then when the world did not change, I realized I had to change instead.
I began to pray. I understood I could not continue to identify myself as an isolated mortal, confined by external forces from being who or what I am. I began to identify myself as a child of God, created in God’s image and after His likeness, as stated in the first chapter of Genesis in the Bible—always a good place to begin.