While I was thinking about a topic for my sharing, I realized that I've recently

experienced Gods love when my family and I got covid. It all started in late May. When I
thought of covid, I simply shrugged it off my shoulder thinking I would never get it. But
that soon changed.
One day, I was in my room watching on my iPad, when I was called by my father to get
rapid tested. I asked why I had to, and he said it was because my sister and uncle got
covid. my uncle got infected somehow, then my sister got it too, so the only ones left
were my dad, mom and myself. After our 1st rapid test, we were negative. I really
thought we wouldn’t get the virus However, the next day when we took the 2 nd rapid
test, my mom and I were positive. With this shocking news, all these thoughts ran in my
head, like who will get us food, water and essentials if we all can’t go out? How long will
we be quarantined? And the fact that my finals were coming up really stressed and
worried me. Like why did I have to get the virus before my exams? My finals were near
and the next day was a school day which made it even worse. I work up the next day
feeling weak and dizzy with a severe headache, my parents thought I was lying until they
checked my temperature, it was 40 degrees. They couldn’t believe it and checked it
again. I thought I was going to die honestly, and now I was so worried. I consistently
prayed to god to heal me so that I could answer my finals with ease, and I prayed to God
that my Dad wouldn't be infected. because if all of us get covid my worries would be
true. As the results came for my dad's rapid test, he was negative! God truly listened to
my prayers and now some of my worries have faded away. I still had to answer my
exams while having covid which went smoothly without trouble. Now all that was left is
to endure the symptoms of having COVID. I would get constant headaches and fevers,
always had to wear a mask indoors to protect my dad, I lost my sense of smell and taste,
which made eating less exciting. From all the troubles and inconveniences we
encountered, my dad helped us through them, he would cook for us, buy food and
water, check our temperature and made sure we were feeling well. My dad had to even
sleep on the couch so that he wouldn't touch anything to get infected. From all the
things my Dad has done, this truly showed how much he loves my family. He would
always check on us and ask us if we are feeling better. After a few weeks, the symptoms
started to be more bearable to handle and we eventually recovered.
This made me realize what hard work my father had been doing for us, I started to think
that God was helping my family through my dad, as he would do the same for his
children whom he loves the most. It was through Gods love that we were able to
recover. And it was through God that I learnt how much my father loves us.
And with this may god be praised.
Be more happy and glad, center it with dad, be more of your experience, like bullet
point then go on your own ig?