Please know that it is ok to cry. Matter of fact, I’m sure while I get this off my chest, I’ll be crying. Too late…a tear has fallen.

Listen. This is NOTHING any of us have ever been through or ever have faced in life. Well most of us reading this, we have never experienced anything like this before. And sad to say, this is only the beginning.

Our parents or grandparents had the Great Depression, which was the largest economic downturn. The stock market crashed, unemployment spiked, the rich and poor suffered, etc. And believe it or not, many people believe this year will mimic those same symptoms as a result of the Covid-19 (aka Coronavirus).

I don’t know about anyone else, but did you recognize that everything happened on Friday the 13th? It’s like we woke up to a disaster all of a sudden. The POTUS held an American Address and shit just went downhill from there. The panic began. Not a drastic panic, but a panic nonetheless. If you stood in line for tissue or threw a punch or argued with someone about tissue or even just saw a video of any of this, you know exactly what I mean.

Of all things, people fought their way to their local grocery stores to buy packages of tissue. And for what I ask? I’ve yet to get an answer. I didn’t grow up in a rich home nor a super poor one, but there has been a time or two where tissue had run out. And I’m sure, I didn’t develop a rash and life as I know it wasn’t compromised. However, if we allow the next “thing” to be socialized to us to cause us to spiral out of control like that…we must be prepared for the outcome because that next “thing” can be anything someone thinks of. If we aren’t careful, we’ll fall for the social pressure again. We’ll be buying stuff we have no need for, or even be doing things that we normally wouldn’t do.

Well I have to be honest, the weekend following Friday the 13th, I was full of anxieties over this virus. It had consumed my ever thought. And before I knew it, without warning, I found myself having an full out ugly cry. And not just one ole ugly cry either. Before the weekend was over, I’d had two big ugly cries in my closet. I couldn’t help it. The tears just came and my body began to heave out of control.

Why? Because I was afraid. I was afraid of the unknown. I was afraid that the life I knew was no more. Things were about to change and there was nothing I could do about it. What about my kids? What about their safety, their education, their livelihood? I think I cried for them more than anything. As a parent, we only want the best for them. We want them happy, safe, and healthy. And here I was with no answers and I couldn’t guarantee any of that, so all I had was tears to give.

But one thing I did know. I just had to remember for a second that I had someone to call on, so I began to call His name.

All I had was His name. JESUS. And I promise, I began to feel so much better at His name. My fear began to roll away. My heart speed became regulated again. My spirit was calm. Peace came over me.

Thank You Father.

In the coming days, if you begin to feel out of control and fear is griping your soul, call on Him. Say it loud! Repeat! JESUS…rest assured that His spirit will fall and fears released. Call on Him.

Thank you for your attention. Remember you are your own competition.

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