Happy New Year, friends. We’re starting the new year at our house with a bout with Covid. It started last week with Nathan, and then Ray and Kristina. Nathan is almost through with his quarantine, and will be able to go back to work tomorrow. Ray’s also pretty much back to normal, and Kristina just has a bad cough, but she never has actually stopped working since she can work from home easily. It was honestly no big deal for any of them. CJ tested negative. I had just gotten a test while I was in Virginia the weekend before Christmas, and it was negative too, but that was before I came home to find it waiting for me here. I tried to stay away from everybody, but that’s practically impossible when you’re living in the same house. I hadn’t had any symptoms at all though until night before last when I got a bit of a headache and a scratchy throat. It’s pretty much gone, and I’m feeling fine, at least for now. I’m just continuing to pound my vitamins, and hoping for the best. I haven’t gone to be tested again. I’m just acting on the assumption I could have it, and keeping my butt at home!
To be honest, I really don’t understand why the world has to shut down because of this. I’ve lived through polio, tuberculosis, whooping cough, and many other dreadful diseases in my life. They were much more horrible for most of their victims than Covid. Yet, no one would have dreamed of shutting down the country for them. I even got a severe case of strep as a teen, and they didn’t know if I would live or die for over a week, because my temperature was so high. It didn’t cause a blip on anyone’s radar. I know Covid is more dangerous for older people with health issues. I’m in that category myself. Many of my friends haven’t been out their door since March. I worry so much about them. That isolation is much more dangerous to them than Covid.
We cannot, and must not, live in fear. I’m not saying to go out in huge crowds and purposely put ourselves in danger. I’m also not saying I don’t have a responsibility, knowing it’s all around me, and I have slight symptoms, to stay home to protect others from exposure. I do. But people were doing that for generations before we ever heard of the word Covid. It’s called responsibility, an almost forgotten concept in our victim culture. I don’t want to use the more common idiom, but we just have to accept that terrible things happen. That cannot mean we don’t live our lives to the fullest extent possible.
Fear is the most fatal danger we face. The Bible warns about it over and over. And it’s a completely useless emotion. “And who of you by being worried can add a single hour to his life?” (Matt.6:27) God has a plan for our lives. He’s not going to take us until that plan is complete, and when it is, there’s not a mask in the world that can stop it. So, stop living in fear, and get about the tasks He has set for you. That’s the only answer to this. But the good news is we’re not alone in the battle. If God is for us, who can be against us? Keep faith.
God bless you!