Six weeks ago today, while I was sitting at the ?teacher table? eating lunch with my coworkers, our governor held a press conference and ordered schools in our state to close as a precaution against the spread of COVID-19. My heart rate shot up as fear crept in.
The principal of our little Christian school quickly devised a plan for our school?s closure, and within the hour we were contacting parents and helping students pack up all of their belongings. It was organized chaos.
Just before we dismissed school that afternoon, all of the faculty and students met together in the gym. Students ages 5-18 joined hands with their teachers to pray. There were hugs and tears as we said goodbye to one another. It was a scary time, yet such a sweet one.
To be honest, I was very afraid of the unknown. My biggest fear was the possiblity of being separated from my husband for the forseeable furture. He was out of state at the time, and I was worried that he might not be able to make it back home if a travel ban was put in place. Thankfully, he arrived home about ten days later.
We have settled in to a new normal. After six weeks, my perspective has changed. No matter what lies ahead, God is in control. Although I still battle times of worry, I will not allow fear to have the victory.