I Am Rahab…6 Feet Apart

By Charlie

I could walk, talk and breathe with no problems. If my memory serves me correctly, I was experiencing the typical flu symptoms, runny nose, and body ache; this had to be the flu, I thought.

After all, the wedding reception was my first time out at a social event in a year. In came the doctor, interrupting my thoughts. “You have Covid. I am sorry, it is not the flu.” An awkward silence filled the room, partially because I was in shock; my symptoms were not nearly as bad as I imagined or saw Covid be on the news. While driving home, I go over my actions within the last year. I wore my mask, sanitized, washed my hands, had no company in my home, and practiced the 6 feet apart rule. I don’t recall the news mentioning a case like this. Well, anyway, thank God I was blessed enough to be sent home and not the hospital.

The following two weeks were spent in bed with me, unable to do anything but lay on the edge of the bed each morning, thanking God I woke up. I couldn’t eat; I had a fever, extreme fatigue, no smell, and a metal taste in my mouth. I couldn’t even put my socks on without wanting to cry. To add to this, my husband and daughter became sick concurrently also.

This time in bed helped me to reevaluate, that and 6 feet apart was not so bad- it allowed me time to regroup and rethink my life and my circle. I found it similar to when we get married or lose a loved one; Covid will show you who is concerned. However, during my family’s time of recovering, one thing that never changed for me was knowing that Jesus always showed up – he never left. He allowed me, an asthmatic over 40 with high blood pressure to get Covid and not be hospitalized. Although I have some lingering symptoms like trouble with memory, I am still grateful, and I will continue to praise him. After all, I know he is a constant, and his grace is always sufficient for me because I am Rahab too.