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Good morning. I’ve really appreciated recent debate, on this programme and beyond, as to whether children should have smartphones - though it’s sad that much of it has had to be sparked by the death of Brianna Ghey. Her mum Esther called this week for under-16’s to be allowed only so-called ‘children’s phones' which can’t use social media. The children’s commissioner Rachel de Souza spoke positively of this on Woman’s Hour, saying that half of the 13-year-olds her team had surveyed reported seeing ‘hardcore, misogynistic’ pornographic material on social media. As the dad of teenage girls (and a twenty-year-old son) myself, I don’t want to hear that, but I need to. Another mum, Daisy Greenwood, who’s set up a group to encourage parents of primary school kids to “stick to bricks”, summed up the less dramatic, yet mounting challenge, ‘that the earlier a child gets a phone, the higher the chances … they'll suffer from depression and anxiety.’ With phones distracting kids so much from drawing, reading, playing, she says: 'I'd argue the minute a child has a smartphone, that's the end of their childhood.’ It’s bold, but it resonates. I found myself apologising to my son recently that we simply didn’t know how addictive the technology would be, when he first got one. He told me, in a heart-felt chat how he felt his generation needed a year in the mountains away from phones to detox and learn how to live again. And for me, that’s where the spiritual question kicks in. Because it’s not just about damage limitation. The onus is on us adults, I think, to lead a way back to life ourself - limiting our own digital over-consumption, now we know the effects, and learning to live well within and without our technology. Lent starts next week, when Christians recall Jesus going into the desert for 40 days to a place beyond distraction, to work out what ‘life in its fullness’, as he called it, really meant. I’m starting small: I’ve bought an alarm clock, so I won’t have a phone in my bedroom. We need them for so much, from parking to podcasts - but first thing in the morning and last thing at night can be space again from which I draw deep. For me as a Christian, my Source is God. But whatever we believe, it’s worth asking: What’s the source of my life, love, energy, joy … if it’s not a phone? What gets me up in the morning? “What was I made for?” as that brilliant Billie Eilish song from the Barbie movie asks and which touches my 13-year-old girl so deeply.