All 10 Popes

Friends!  Thank you for reading OR you can  listen  to me read this post to you.  Thoughtless. Uncaring. Failure.  These are the rocks I put in my backpack often. There's usually a lost, dirty sock in there too belonging to one of my children. But that’s another story for another day. You have yours too, I would imagine. Rocks, I mean. Rocks? You say. Yes, rocks. Let me explain: Imagine with me: you are running a race (if that’s too much of a stretch imagine you’re going on a long hike). This race/hike is long. It’s hard. The peak is high and the valleys are so low light cannot be see. It’s bright in some spots but darker than you could have ever imagined in places. All you know is, once you start you have to keep going. Forward. That’s the way. Forward. That’s what you know because there is no going back.  Not far into your journey, you stumble...you fall. You trip over rocks jutting out of the path. This happens again and again. At some point along the race yo