At this point, at least, I am not worried about survival. I still have food, water, and shelter. My marriage is still in good shape. We are all in good health. None of us are in physical pain.
Life goes on.
Things can seem so major and important to us at times, but in light of eternity have little or no meaning at all. I find myself asking myself one question a lot here lately. If the answer is no, then I am able to see it more in proper perspective. The first time I ever flew in an airplane was on a gray, cloudy day. It was in November and we hadn't seen the sun here in this part of Illinois for weeks.