Shortly after we came back from Arizona, my parents got Covid and then I also got it from them. Both my parents had mild cold symptoms for couple of days, thankfully, but it hit me the hardest..maybe because my body was still trying to recuperate from the brain injury? I was in bed for 5 days agonizing in pain and on the fifth night, feeling the worst, hard to breath and my oxygen level going down to 90… My friends and family prayed for me that night and by the power of their prayers, I woke up on the sixth day starting to finally feel better.
I never thought I would suffer from Covid the way I did. Not to mention this was during kids spring break and all the plans I had with kids had to be cancelled (once again!) and it also meant that everyone needed to quarantine so they couldn’t even go out and hang out with their friends neither. In the midst of it all, the worst was that my friend passed away that week and I couldn’t see her in her last days and I couldn’t attend her funeral either. The grief I unconsciously held on to those days poured out of me on Easter Sunday as we were worshipping virtually at home. I was sad thinking about her painful days, weeks and months here on earth but I was thankful that I know that I can praising God for His love for her and knowing that she is with Him. There will be no more suffering, no more sadness, no more tears for MyungJu. All because of what Jesus has done.
He is risen.
