My friend here tested positive for covid this past week. I made it a point to stay in touch with her and I offered to help her during this time. It reminded me of when I had covid in January of 2020 in Prescott Valley.
I knew that I was sick but I thought it was the flu. We had just finished our January conference two weeks earlier and it is not uncommon to feel drained and tired after conference. But this was different. I went home after church on a Sunday night and I barely got out of bed for then next 48 hours. I was sicker than I had ever been and I was all alone in my house. I went to the store still very sick on Wednesday afternoon because I had run out of cough syrup. I went home and went back to bed for 24 more hours.
The reason why I was so concerned for others going through things is because when I went through things in Prescott Valley no one looked after me. I missed church for almost 3 weeks and no one from church called or came by. It was only after I went back to church that someone told me, you should have called me. I almost died and I should have called him?
If I miss something here someone will check to see if I am alright. What a difference.
We sing a song that says, I want to care for others like Jesús cared for me. Jesus has a funny way of showing his love and care for me in recent years.
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