My journey with Covid 19 and grief

Picking up the Covid 19 bug does not seem like an unusual experience these days. I tested Covid positive last month. Exactly about one year after the first cases in China appeared and then gradually cascaded around the world. 

When I tested positive, I did not know what to expect. Stories of horror abound. I braced for the worst but hoped for the best. As soon as I had the symptoms I retreated into my office and spent ten days in exile. I mean, I still had access to my family from a safe distance. I was given a plate of food three times a day. I drank from my own cup and slept on a mat on the office floor. I was trying to heed my doctors instructions to isolate and protect the rest of the family. 

My son also picked up the virus. He was not too upset, since it gave him an excuse to sleep late, binge watch his shows on his TV and relax. 

Between days 5-8 I got a little scared. I had some pressure on my chest, and needed to stay still for several hours not to put too much pressure on breathing. All I wanted to do was sleep. And so I did. I am caught up on naps for a while now. My relatives insisted I eat raw garlic once a day, and some other tribal remedies. Above all I atribute the peace and the healing to many prayers for my family. Our recovery was smooth and quick. 

I am now running almost everyday again and my energy is fully back. I am thankful to God for his protection. I know many have been hit much harder and have not survived to tell the story.

Nine years ago, I suffered a deadly accident, in which I lost my son Timothy, and my first wife Julie. I did not think I was going to recover from my loses and pain. But I did thanks to hundreds of prayers, a broad network of friends and family who cared for me and Anahi. Many of the stories and my struggles are archived in this blog over the past decade. 

We serve a dynamic, all powerful God, who has promised to never to forsake us, even when bad things happen. Embracing this promise requires faith. As much as I would like to say, my faith never faltered, I cannot. There have been days when I wondered if God did not make a mistake in allowing my pain and my losses. 

Today, April 21st, 2021 I say in a loud voice. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers,  neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.

In the midst of the Covid pandemic fears, many around the world, are wondering; what is God up to. Why so much dead and despair. I say to anyone wondering, to lift your eyes to God and believe the promise he made us, never to forsake us.