I
started my vaccinations today. To say
that I have a hard to pill to swallow would be a lame metaphor but incredibly
accurate. I was given a personalized compilation
book by the travel doctor with pertinent information about every country that I
plan on going to. It was highlighted and
everything. How awesome!
This
book includes information about recommended vaccinations, travel tips, embassy
addresses and phone numbers as well as every disease, danger, and potential for
dying in any of the countries. Instead of your Personalized Guide to Travel, it
should have been titled EVERYTHING SCARY IN THE WORLD THAT YOU CAN’T EVEN SEE
THAT COULD POTENTIALLY KILL YOU.
”
Want to live? Don’t go. Stay in America.
It’s safe here. We have a pill for everything. Really, we do. But, if you
really want to go, get all of these vaccinations. Don’t worry about those side effects because
at least your brain won’t get all foamy and melt from these other 3 viral
infections. But you will need to take extra meds to counter the side
effects. And yes, it’s true that even if
you get this $1000 vaccination, it doesn’t guarantee you from contracting this
disease. It just gets you an extra 24 hours to maybe find an antidote. And
you’ll still be a vegetable probably once you get the antidote, but instead of
17 shots it you’ll only need 5. Isn’t that great? ”
No.
I
don’t even know where to begin processing the emotions going through me about
getting vaccinated. I hit a wall. I hate shots. I can’t lift my arm. Insurance doesn’t cover preventative
medicines like malaria pills. Vaccinations
have nearly wiped out my budget. I
am already stepping outside of my comfort zone in so many ways. I am truly going to have to
trust God with my health. I don’t trust
Him. I trust Rite Aid, CVS, Johnson & Johnson, Tylenol and Pharmaceutical
giants with my life.
As I sit here writing this blog, it has occurred to me that I have been given
every reason to trust Him, even with circumstances today. He has provided for me financially to get the
shots that I got today. I have arms to be sore. Even though it doesn’t cover malaria pills
specifically, I have insurance. While my
budget has taken a beating, the Lord has always provided for my needs. And I have family and
friends who are lifting me up in prayer, even now.
“Want to live? Go. Don’t stay in America. They
think they are safe there. Their pills provide a false sense of security.
Follow me. Check out these lilies and
how I clothed them. Aren’t they lovely? My Father and I picked out their
outfits and provide for them. And see those sparrows. Yeah, We take care of
them too. I have come to give you life, and give it to you in the fullest way
imaginable Just follow Me. “
