I lived through Spanish Influenza when I was four. My sister Leslie and I were so sick with exodus from both ends that we lived in the bathroom.
My horse kicked me in the face. I spent my birthday and Christmas in the hospital. I’ve been thrown from horses. Once our pony bolted, tossed me over his head, and landed on me. Leslie was happy. I protected Smokey from broken legs.
I’ve survived a poisonous snake bite and an attack by an African lion. I ran across a fallen log over a creek not realizing a black bear was under it. I nearly fell into a rattlesnake den when I was hiking. I escaped from growling Texas feral hogs that threatened to attack.
I survived child abuse, rape, and two forced backwoods abortions before I was fifteen—both of which put me in the hospital after I nearly bled to death.
I spent seven years as a single parent working up to three jobs at a time. I traveled from coast to coast in a pickup truck with all my belongings in the bed. My son Luke and I climbed up on top of the mattress on top of the load to sleep at night when we stopped at rest areas. I couldn’t afford a motel.
More recently I underwent major spinal surgery.
I am not afraid of Coronavirus.
While 125,000 babies are being murdered in abortions daily around the world—I refuse to worry about Coronavirus.
There are 365 “Fear Nots” in the Bible, one for every day of the year.
“Because you have made the LORD your dwelling place, no evil shall befall you, nor shall any plague come near your dwelling; for He shall give His angels charge over you.” Psalm 91.
Coronavirus does not scare me.
4 thoughts on “Not Worried”
You are a survivor without equal, Steph. Lots of love, courage and optimism to you!
You also are a survivor without equal, Val, and your books prove it. Blessings back to you. May you walk in the sun as only you can create it…especially considering your climate!
You have found an Anchor. Blessings.
Thank you. An Anchor I gladly share.