We venturing to the Grand Haven pier again yesterday. Watched the ever changing lake entertain us, relax us. Every day is different, even at the same beach. Wind, waves, clouds, sun all combine to provide delightful variety. Then I pondered… what hasn’t changed?
Every day the pier lives on. The fog house and lighthouse stands strong against the waves. That never changes, no matter the weather. A bit like life. We roll thru the changes. The virus will pass like a bad storm. The economy has been devastated. The world’s productivity will not just blink back on like flipping a light switch.
But we will stand strong. We always do. That hasn’t changed.