When You’re Feeling Unsettled In the Middle of A Pandemic

This is a time of struggle. In the middle of the lethal virus that has swept our world in a matter of weeks, I’m finding I feel unsettled.

What has happened to my faith? Where is my stability?

One-night last week, I woke up at two in the morning and could not go back to sleep. It’s not all that unusual for me to wake up and feel the need to pray. Not saying I’m always eager to jump out of my bed and respond to that nudging. Sometimes I do—sometimes I don’t.

There was something different, though, this time around. I felt a sense of heaviness and foreboding. By trial and error, I feel I’m learning to recognize when the enemy is at work. He knows our weakness and loves to make us feel unsettled—to breed confusion, anxiety, or loneliness.

As I write this, we are in the middle of a pandemic that has crisscrossed continents. We’ve watched the news reports and seen country after country besieged by the virus now known as COVID-19.

As I write this, the pandemic has arrived at our doorstep.

Grocery …