It seems as if everyone I talk to is suffering from a low-grade Quarantine-itis. The symptoms range from crying at the drop of a hat, short-tempered outburst over small things, and a general sense of anxiety about what is coming next. If this sounds familiar, I have some ideas about how to move out of this funk.

Our enemy is microscopic and has us divided into small groups preventing the linking arms and standing closer than 6 feet. In this surreal space, it is hard not to want to cry at the drop of a hat. Thankfully, we are not alone and we can help those on the front lines with our prayer.

Instead of diving headlong into things that normally bring us comfort like a bag of Pepperidge Farm Mint Milanos, what if we did more of what fuels our souls?