We don't live in fear. Fear of dying or of simply getting sick (even if it does feel like we're dying!). Having survived a stroke, I am acutely aware of just how much God is in charge of my life. As I live using common sense, He will either protect me or He will bring me Home. He will either preserve my health or He will allow me to be sick. (Notice I did say *as I use common sense.*)
However, several angels (in the form of ladies from church) have delivered food/medicine, and my heart is overflowing with love and gratefulness to each of them.
EJ was at camp all last week, so I don't think he got exposed until he came home. So far so good, and we're praying he doesn't get it.
Praises:
-my covid isn't as bad as it could be (yet)
-we have AMAZING friends who know exactly how to show God's love
Prayer requests:
-Bill to feel better soon
-EJ to stay healthy
-me not to get worse
-my stroke side effects not to make my covid symptoms (cough and fatigue) linger for months