Uprooted

51 one days. That is how long it has been since I have been away from my school. We have all seen many posts about how students are feeling and how we should act towards them. Well, here's one more.

On March 13, 2020, I knew that I would not see my school for at least two weeks but I would be able to return on March 30, 2020. Well, during the week of March 23, I found out that I would not be able to return to school until April 6, 2020 with all classes online for the rest of the semester. That's okay, I  thought, it's only another week. I wanted that to be so true. Then I got another email. The email said that it was with deep sorrow that my school would be closing its doors for the remainder of the semester. I cried. I was not able to say my goodbyes to everyone I wanted, especially those who were seniors. I did not realize that my goodbyes to the people that worked in the Office with me would be the last until August. I did not realize that this virus would hit my own world so hard. I had made peace with it cancelling the event I spent all year planning, but now it had gone too far. It had uprooted my life, but that is okay because I still have my internship in San Diego for the Summer. Wrong. That too had been taken from me. I was stuck feeling lost and not knowing what to do.

I am not the only one that feels this way. However, I can only speak from my own view. This virus is like nothing that my generation has ever seen. We survived H1N1, 9/11, and even the year 2012. But this virus, this virus doesn't care if you survive it. It will still make you miserable even if you do not have it. All students were ripped away from normal, as everyone was, and we do not know when we will return to a sense of normal. We cannot go about as if we are not hurt. This all sucks. Our home away from home was uprooted, our second family was taken away from view, our sense of security was gone.

This virus came like an EF-5 tornado destroying everything in its path without holding back as to what it was destroying. However, it never fails that after a devastating tornado that everyone looks at something that was not destroyed, that withheld the storm. This item, whether a tree, flag, cross, etc. gives a beacon of hope to all who see it. Ladies and Gentlemen, this virus is devastating and we are all searching through the rubble of our broken lives to find a beacon of hope. Look no further for the God of creation has come. Jesus the Christ has died and he was raised upon a cross for all to see. And all who gaze upon him and accept him as Savior and Lord have hope that has no end.

This all hurts and continues to hurt even 51 days since I have received the news. So, to my fellow college students that are feeling the same way, hang in there. We are all in this together. Jesus loves all of us and remains our beacon of light in this time of darkness. Turn to him, I beg you, and your hope will be restored. cling to him all your days and though you may still have some dark days, Jesus is still beside you as a light away from the dark. God bless, everyone.