QOTD: Hospital-Phobia? Afraid to Fly?

I logged out of my computer and chipperly (if that’s a word) walked towards my bedroom. As I stood in the doorway, I had the sudden urge to run, tuck and roll across the bed to the other side.

As I took a step forward to prepare for take off, my future flashed before my eyes.

I imagine myself soaring through the air head first and tucking my legs, and arms with perfect gymnastics precision, with the goal of flipping completely over and landing on my back. As I am upside down coming in for a landing, I miscalculate my speed and violently roll all the way across the bed and land on the ground. Crack! goes my arm. Then the dreaded thought of needing to go to the hospital.

Not because of the pain to cast my arm.

Not because I may witness someone with a stomach-churning wound.

Not because I’ll be forced to wear a face diaper.

Not even because I may be asked to swab for a covid test.

And, believe it or not, not because I’m afraid to catch covid.

But because I am afraid of our medical ‘experts’ who have shown us how inept they are with exercising common sense, logic, and most of all human compassion.

I don’t want to go to the hospital because I’m afraid that these dancing, lefty, purple-haired people-kind “health care professionals” will be in lock-step with big pharma, ultimately causing a broken arm to turn into a covid-positive ventilator, remdesivir – and to add insult to injury, dying with an unrepaired broken arm…I’m afraid to go in and never return because of their complete submission to the evil that is driving this plandemic.

As I stood in the doorway and took a step forward to prepare for take-off, I immediately cooled my engines and had a laugh at my crazy imagination. I thanked God for not having to visit the hospital in the past 2 years – then I said a prayer for those who did.

I casually strolled through the house to finish the rest of the evening in peace, quiet, and love with my family and silent, internal prayers to Father, God – thanking Him for His mercy towards my family and friends and thanking him for the Word, His son, Jesus.

If you’re out there reading this right now and having a hard time, you’re not alone. Get yourself a KJV bible and reach out to your local church. You are not alone. If you’re searching for comfort, there is only 1 place to find it; That’s in the Lord Jesus Christ.

Philippians 4:7

“And the peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.”
King James Version (KJV)