The last two weeks have been rough. After our trip to Kericho to visit our seven churches and then to Nairobi to take our daughter to the Airport, somewhere along the way I picked up Covid-19. When we returned home I knew I was very sick.
The first week was like the worst flu I had ever encountered and spent most of my time in bed, and self quarantined myself upstairs in our bedroom. We knew we were in for a fight. Fever, chills, dizziness, aches and pains, tons of mucus, endless coughing, loss of taste and smell, and having virtually no energy began their onslaught. Not a pleasant time.
Yet, having our Father as my physician, and my incredible wife as my nurse, I knew I would overcome. My prayers centered around my dear nurse who faithfully took such good care of me. As with everything else I knew we were in His hands and comfort abounded.
I am much better today, but Cynthia began having some similar symptoms yesterday. But she’ll be ok too, as the same hands holding me holds her as well. There is no safer place to be than in those hands.
Pray for us and the ministry that our Father would use all this to advance His Kingdom we already know it’s working for our good.
Blessings … David and Cynthia