WELL. What can I say? March was a crazy, insane, batshiz month for quite literally every one. From one day to the next, no one really knew what to expect — and to be honest it’s still that way.

I’ve been hearing about the coronavirus for a while now. I try to keep up on The Skimm podcast and knew there was a virus in China, but was too naive when it came to what it actually meant for me. I guess I assumed that it would probably make it’s way over to the US, but I didn’t really think through the ramifications there would be.

Then it jumped across the sea, spread rapidly, and now we’re all ordered to stay in our homes except for those with essential jobs and going to the grocery store once a week. What. A. World. Trips cancelled, theme parks closed indefinitely, all church meetings cancelled for the time being, schools switching to online learning, toilet paper gone. The world has apparently lost it’s mind. And oh yeah, there have been multiple earthquakes in Utah. What even?!

I’m feeling ok about the whole thing. I feel quite strongly that we will make it through, and although the YA/dystopian/apocolyptic loving reader that I am is a little terrified at what could happen, I’m pretty sure it’s not going to come to that. I don’t think the internet is going to go down or that we’ll be all quarantined in cells or that 75% of the world’s population is going to die. I mean, I’m pretty sure.

What I do believe, is that this is a wake up call. A defining moment. A call to action. Are we prepared for what IS coming? Have we put off the day of our repentance – so to speak? Do you have your emergency preparedness plan? Because buckle up, it might be a wild ride here again in a few years.

We’ve been told by prophets for 200 years now that we are living in the last days, that we are to prepare for Christ’s second coming, that it’s nigh at hand. But of course, no one really knows when that will be. (Except maybe President Nelson, because sometimes I have my suspicions he literally speaks to Jesus.) Tomorrow? One year? Ten years? One hundred? We don’t know. But it’s getting ever closer.

I hope and pray that I can remember the way I feel right now. Because I feel full of hope, and also full of action. I want to get that food storage bulked up and organized, get our emergency backpacks ready, organize our spiritual life so that when something like this happens again, which I think it will, I will feel at peace knowing that I utilized this time, right now, to prepare because of the warning that was given me. I also feel 1000% grateful that I went on medication prior to this happening or it would be crazy town in my house right now. Just saying.

When all of this is over I hope we can look back and see the good in it. Because there is always good to be found. Always. It might just take awhile.