Love and laughter with family, showing up for friends, selfless generosity toward those with whom you share the road, the grocery aisle and the waiting line for the Chick-Fil-A bathroom – these are the things that matter.
Remembering the grounded-ness of Rudyard Kipling’s “If” – and behaving accordingly – this matters as well.
Refusing to give in to fear, because faith is its most worthy opponent, and where faith flourishes, the flame of fear has no choice but to flicker out – this matters a whole lot.
Slowing down enough to understand that your survival instincts are just that – instinct – and while meant to protect you, should not cloud your ability to think and behave practically.
Refraining from finger wagging and hindsight course correcting the decisions that others have made using the best information they have at the time – this matters too, and can have a calming effect on those in your circle of influence. That’s a far better gift to your fellow man and woman than sparking fret and “what if” worries.
As of this moment, if there’s anything I’m feeling, it’s this – gratitude.
For an employer who has by far issued the most logical and spot-on response out of the scores of official statements I’ve received by everyone from big box retailers to financial investment planners these past several days.
For a husband with a cool head and a long-term view. For travel mercies on stormy roads somewhere between Alabama and Texas. For comforting country music on the radio.
If Christ sees fit to put in our path a neighbor or stranger in need, may we do the right thing and help in every way we can. May we all do the same for one another. There has never been a more opportune time to be His hands and feet.
No matter what happens, I have confidence that everything is going to be ok.
How can I say that?
Because I know this to be true and believe it with every fiber of my being – God is good. Let’s take care of each other.