Covid Fatigue

 



Covid Fatigue


Covid fatigue

Aren't you thankful that we are not in the same kind of war that this soldier is? Well at least most of us aren't. But I guess the hospital workers taking care of covid must feel like they are in a battle and they are.

Covid fatigue....

For us regular citizens in Ontario, we are weary of a lockdown which has been going on for weeks, and which we all thought was going to end soon, but now they have announced that it is possibly being extended.

Covid fatigue....

When I am feeling covid fatigue this scripture helps remind me of what kinds of things to think about (instead of covid!)

Philipians 4:8

Finally, brethren, 

whatsoever things are true,

 whatsoever things are honest,

 whatsoever things are just, 

whatsoever things are pure,

 whatsoever things are lovely,

 whatsoever things are of good report,

 if there be any virtue and if there be any praise,

 think on these things.

May you find strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow.

Don't give up! I am praying for you. There is hope for depression.




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