Dear Harpeth Hills,

A preacher friend told me this week about walking late at night, praying, and then ultimately weeping in the middle of the street, as he was overcome with God’s goodness. Five minutes later he was screaming at his beloved old dog who was attempting to escape from the garage.

That about sums it up, doesn’t it? One morning we are slaying this Coronavirus quarantine, leaning into the Lord, and winning the spiritual battles. By the afternoon we are as blue as can be, seriously dislike the people living under the same roof with us, and just want to watch some trashy television and eat chocolate. Lots of chocolate.

If this describes you, here are two sentences for your consideration.

You are not the only one.

Hang in there.

I love you.

—Chris Smith