When life seems uncertain, we tend to gravitate to those people and places that bring us comfort. Whether we are reeling from a natural disaster, or weathering the threat of an international virus, the result is the same: we want to feel safe.

On May 3, 1999, our home and office were hit by an F5 tornado, leaving us shaken, but alive. As we emerged from our shelter, we were surrounded by debris. Huge trees had fallen across our lane; power lines were down; cellphone signals silenced. The devastation was overwhelming. And, yet, hope prevailed. Together with our neighbors, we cleared the piles of trash. We planted new trees, and repaired our property. It wasn’t long before we realize an important fact: our lives were enhanced by the shared experience. 

When Henry Wadsworth Longfellow first wrote, “into each life some rain must fall,” he struck a chord that has resonated with us for generations. Countless songs have been written – and sermons preached – about this concept. Most of them remind us that the sun will ultimately come shining through, and life will go on. 

There is a huge difference between experiencing personal misfortune on a localized level, and witnessing a worldwide pandemic crisis. But, our individual responses are still what matters. Each of us needs to find our own way of coping with the changes around us. 

Personally, I want to stay close to home. To take long walks with our sweet Old English sheepdog, Oliver. To prepare my favorite foods. And, at the end of the day, I want to discuss world events with my husband, as we always have. 

The good news is that these times – the bumpy ones in life’s road -- cause us to pause and reflect upon the things that matter most. We remember that life is good. The sun shines. The birds sing. Our grandchildren laugh. And every moment is a treasure.