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 worried me. Like why
did I have to get the virus before my exams? 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 prayed to god to heal me so that I could answer my finals 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 in for my dad's rapid test, he was negative! God truly
answered my prayers and now some of my worries have faded away. I still had to
answer my exams while having covid which gladly went fine.
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.
After a few weeks, the symptoms started to be more bearable to handle and we
eventually recovered. Once I realized what hard work my father had been doing for us, I
started to think that God was helping us through my dad, as he would do the same for
his children whom he loves the most. It was through God 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 we praise.