In those days, the news was limited, just on the basis of how we lived our lives. Slowly. We plodded along, doing just fine. If the bills were caught up and food was in the cupboards and freezer, we felt safe.
The Internet takes away that safety net. News and hysteria are thrust in our faces, leaving us helpless in knowing how to deal. The sky is always falling, it seems.
I'm reminded of the book of Job...'Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation?'...the rest of chapter 38 is awesome. Settling. Calming like seeing my earthly father daily eat his breakfast, read the paper and then go off to work. Taking care of his family. I never questioned whether we'd eat dinner, or if the power would be cut off. We were safe, no matter what went on in the newspaper.
Then this morning, not kidding, I picked up my Bible and it fell open to Psalm 91.
'Surely he will save you from the fowler's snare and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers, and under his wings you will find refuge...you will not fear the terror of night, nor the arrow that flies by day nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, nor the plague that destroys at midday...if you make the Most High your dwelling---even the Lord, who is my refuge---then no harm will befall you, no disaster will come near your tent.'
All of Psalm 91 is a deep, deep comfort. Yes, my family has experienced trial and heartbreak, and continues to do so, yet He continues to hold us up. I think the key is 'If you make the Most High your dwelling...' Obedience first.
He laid the foundation. He hasn't abandoned us. The world is in Chicken Little mode, or, at least, the media would have you believe that. But every morning my husband gets up, makes a pot of coffee, eats a bowl of oatmeal, reads the news on his phone, tells me he loves me, and goes off to work. Everyday.
We live our lives, trust in Someone bigger than us and hold it together.