I haven’t been super anxious about the Coronavirus. I have logically thought through every scenario. I have read the reports coming out of Italy and talked to my husband about my fears or being in a category of people who may get sick and not get treatment. I have rationally considered that we actually have toilet paper in our house so we are ok in that area. And I don’t go out a lot anyway so my exposure is minimal.

Then came the phone call that my kids school is closed for two weeks. We really thought they would hold out being a private school. And they didn’t. It was a wise move I am sure, but it brought reality a lot closer to home. It wasn’t schools closing in states far away, it was our school.

And now for some reason, I am fighting the feeling of panic. I still have my stockpile of toilet paper. And I don’t have any doctors appointments. We can bunker down and enjoy time at home together. I went all out and ordered cookie baking supplies for something to do with the kids. If you know me you may think we truly are in the last times! I don’t bake much.

I know all of the right things to say. I lead a group of women through a prayer journal. Honestly. I, of all people, shouldn’t be this anxious. And yet, here it is well after midnight and I can’t slow my brain down. My family is safe. We will be fine. God knows the number of my days. All of the things I have written to this point are still true. I have to rest in that.

Turning my mind off appears to be just a bit harder than I thought it would be. Knowing the right things to say and actually living them out are two very different things. So, off I go now to work on putting some of my own tips into practice.