Pandemics, Prayers and Fly-Paper

 

Psalm 23:4 KJV


4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.


Although I believe in miracles, I don’t believe all prayers in the world will make the corona virus magically disappear.  And, I don’t believe God is going to selectively spare certain devout Christians from testing positive with the disease. But I know something about prayer during a pandemic: God will take your fear away… not to a point where you will jump into a quarantined hospital ward to prove that God is good. No. I’m talking about the out-of-control fear that adheres to every thought like sticky flypaper hanging from a ceiling. As each rumination drifts into your consciousness whether it’s about a recipe, a friend or new shoes, during a world-wide catastrophic event these bits of awareness will suddenly whoosh away to be helplessly stuck in an adhesive substance labelled FEAR. I know this because it happened to me, especially when the news recounted daily the number of deaths around the world.


I am a high risk 69-year-old, with stage four kidney disease and I’m having an urgent treatment done tomorrow to burn away the precancerous cells in my esophagus. This ablation, as it’s called, will take place at a locked hospital that is in the news for quarantining 200 out of its staff of 1200 for being in contact with someone who tested positive for the virus. For the past week I let my imagination run wild and even typed out an elaborate three-page set of instructions for my cat in case I died. I let my fear overtake my trust in God.


Yesterday and today I spend a lot of time in earnest prayer and Bible reading. And I suddenly realize all my terror is gone. God is in charge, whatever happens it will be ultimately for my best. I can rest, knowing like a shepherd, He will guide me along still waters and restore my soul.

Psalm 23:2-3 KJV

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters, 3 He restoreth my soul…

 

 

~ by Andrea T on March 24, 2020.

2 Responses to “Pandemics, Prayers and Fly-Paper”

  1. Andrea, thank you so much for sharing this honest reflection. I don’t have anywhere near your trials, but I have been struggling with so much fear and paranoia. I like that idea of flypaper. My problem is I’m really bad at letting things go, really great at making mountains of out molehills. If I could just be like, oh, flies, flypaper. I’ll have to work on that. You have such great faith. Thank you.
    Anne

    • When I post, I present the “best” side of me for sure. I have great faith sometimes and others, I have hardly any. My goal is to be more honest and real. Like you are in your posts! I so enjoy reading them, the honesty and sincerity is refreshing. My post tomorrow is much different than the recent ones. Taking the risk of removing the mask is scary but, I can always delete the angry and insulting ones. Thanks again for visiting.

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