Covid-19, also known (improperly) as “coronavirus”, is what they’ve been talking about on the news a lot lately. It’s caused by a new strain of coronavirus called SARS-CoV-2. And apparently it’s going to make a lot of people sick.
First off, I’m very glad we’ve moved to the middle of the US. The first death in the US from Covid-19 was in Kirkland, Washington. It was at the hospital where my nephew was born, in fact. Frightening. Not being near where this is all starting in the US is helpful. Also, not being near the Cascadia Subduction Zone puts my mind more at ease than it used to be.
I had no idea how my tendencies to prepare would flare up now that this is happening and now that I have a family to protect. I’ve been reading, learning, researching… and worrying. Planning next steps and wanting to get supplies feels like the responsible thing to do, but I’m not sure it’s the right thing to do. We’re going to be moving into our new house in a few months and any extra things we purchase now are just going to have to be moved with us, too.
Fortunately, it seems that nobody under the age of fifteen has died from Covid-19, much less even gotten sick, so I’m guessing my son is good. That provides a modicum of comfort.
My tendencies to worry are currently getting the best of me. I feel like I should be able to trust Jesus more than I do, and then, of course, I feel guilty for not doing so. It’s frustrating when you feel like you can’t do anything “right”. All I want to do is make sure my family is okay.
Thus far, my mom, sister, brother-in-law, nephews, and niece are okay. It’d definitely be less nerve-wracking if they lived with us away from major population centers!