In uncertain times, imagination can be a blessing and a curse. I am torn between checking the news to stay informed, and boycotting the media to keep negative and paranoid thoughts at bay. In truth, it is impossible to distinguish between what is realistic and what is paranoid. How much of what we hear is an attempt by those in power to control the masses? And to what end? Some stories seem to lean toward producing mass hysteria; others to negate the extent to which this pandemic is crippling every system in society. I don’t know what to believe. I am afraid I am taking this too seriously. I am terrified that I am not. It is the uncertainty, the isolation, and the powerlessness that feeds my fear.
Now more than ever, I must channel my faith. I tell myself that nothing is ever certain. That despite the seemingly overwhelming circumstances around me, God’s got this. Though I haven’t faced anything like this before, I have lived through some perilous times. I hope. I pray. I will not allow fear to dominate me.
We are in this together. God bless us.