I’m not going to lie. The last two days have been rough. Reality of our new normal setting in. I haven’t stepped foot in any kind of store or restaurant in over a week and I likely won’t be allowed to for a very long time. My daughter just found out she will be out of school until April 20. My son is moving home from college and his graduation is post-poned until August. I have a MRI next week and an appointment with a neurosurgeon to discuss a cyst/tumor on my pituitary gland. Everything seems scary. We will likely celebrate Easter in our living room as church will probably be out for several more weeks. And so many comforts and joys feel like they are slipping away. It’s a lot.
This morning I let myself feel it. All of it. I cried for a good 15 minutes before leaving for work. There’s a lot of loss for all of us… but the fear of what we could potentially lose is also crippling. I understand it all. I trust our leaders. I trust the medical professionals. And above all I trust our God. But, y’all…. wow, does this feel dark. And hard. And terrifying.
I wish I had some profound words. But all I have is the words I keep whispering to my kids when they are upset
It’s going to be okay.
I don’t know how. I don’t know when. I don’t know how much we will lose before things are okay… but I am clinging to a verse right now and I believe these words with all of my heart:
“He is before all things and in him, all things hold together.” 1 Colossians 1:17