“I’m feeling panicky,” said Simon.
Silas poured morning cereal into his bowl. “What are you panicking about?”
“The coronavirus.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s like the flu, and you can die from it.”
“Seriously?”
“It came from China. It’s going to be a pandemic. Outbreaks everywhere.”
“Like the board game.”
“And it gives you dysentery. Remember my diarrhea when I got the flu. This is going to be worse.”
“How do you know?”
“Why else would everybody buy all the toilet paper?” Simon gulped his orange juice. “It’s bad, and it's coming to Danville.”
Silas looked in the pantry. “Mommy said if we take elderberry syrup, we won't get sick.”
“Schools are closing. Churches too.”
“Does that mean mommy may cancel our homeschooling?”
“I hope so.”
“You think daddy might get it?”
“He might? He treats sick people, and he’s old.”
“I did hear daddy talk about getting more life insurance.”
“See why I’m panicky.”
“I want to be brave, but I’m getting scared.”
“God knows the number of our days.” Simon patted Silas’ shoulder. “We’ll be ok.”
“We better pray.”

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:6-7)