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I have no idea if that is true or not, because I have never screamed into space. However, I frequently scream into the void.  I am screaming now like, Oh My God, people!

I mean that with all due respect to the God I am calling on and who better to call on when you are at your wit’s end? O.M.G., indeed. Those are royal initials.

I’d like to offer some words of encouragement and perhaps inadvertently I will, but I have honestly spent the week grieving all the losses and changes that are happening from this quarantine. This is some people’s senior year, the start of a parade season, church socials, jobs we loved, businesses we were building,  plans and sentimental things that have now all been dashed upon the rocks. It makes my heart ache. I long for “normal.”

There’s an old saying, “men make plans and God laughs.” I take great comfort in that for some reason. I suppose it helps me to remember who is really in control and to forgive myself and others when it all goes awry. I dearly love the book of Job in the Bible, because one day you’re making plans and the next, the devil is making a wager with the Lord Himself.

Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades, or loose the bands of Orion?”

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I’ve also been trying to cope with fear. We’re old friends and I’m kind of a ninja warrior when it comes to that kind of spiritual warfare. I’m usually absolutely fearless, but the potential impact of this quarantine on the economy and the real life toll THAT will take on real people’s lives has me a bit rattled, shaky, and sputtering.

Kind of like the way some scientists have punched “exponential” numbers into a computer, attempting to scare the hell out of us, I mean predict the spread of this virus, I know how to do that when it comes to socio-economic models. Economies are people. The projections two weeks out aren’t pretty. They are totally unthinkable a month from now. June as one Governor just suggested, actually  has us in Road Warrior mode, heavily armed and making methane from pig poop.

I’m too old for this. I’m just not in the mood. I don’t look good in post apocalyptic goth clothing anymore. I’m fond of hot running water.

I know scientists and virologists are punching numbers into a computer, but has anyone thought to talk to the economists? Sociologists? Psychologists??  How about some science fiction writers? Get those guys on the phone…..

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So as far as I am concerned there are only two options, our leadership wakes up and smells the coffee, makes some slight adjustments like, hard starboard before we hit the iceberg or God works a miracle. My faith and trust in Divine intervention is much stronger than my faith that politicians will get it right. I can calmly and joyfully accept a miraculous healing, but leadership doing something right would make me blink hard several times, wondering if I could trust my lying eyes. That would shock my system.

So you see, I’m actually quite terrified, not for myself so much, but for the response of the collective hive all around me. A bit amusing, my hubby is not good with fear at all. He’s more like, will you please panic??? Are you going to just sit there calmly while the world ends??! I kid you not, anxiety is his comfort zone and he says things like that. One of these days I’ll just start screaming hysterically and really freak him out.

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So the Lord in His wisdom has spoken to me about crooked things and rough places and level ground and dropped me in Isaiah.

And I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known: I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake them.-Isaiah 42:16

I’m totally going to receive that and cling to it like a promise.