Thoughts of Shots
I got my second Covid shot on Good Friday. I did not have any reaction to the first one, but I did hear the stories of those who had reactions to the second shot. I made no plans for Easter weekend—just in case. It was a bummer. I am used to visiting family on such a joyous holiday, but I had to be responsible. Not only for my own health, but for others as well.
I hoped I would be like my nearly 90-year-old mother and have no reaction. That was scenario one. But it was not to be.
The Next Hours
My shot was at noon. By 6 PM I had aches and pains. I noticed fatigue, too. I hoped a good night’s sleep would end it at that. But no.
On Saturday, I got up feeling like a mack truck hit me. Breakfast, I thought. Maybe that will pick me up. Nope. Ate breakfast. Napped an hour.
Got up, wandered once around the house. Napped an hour.
Woke up, texted a friend who had lived through Covid and apologized for my insensitivity. She said to EMRACE THE NAP. I napped an hour.
Woke up, ate something. Napped.
The whole day went that way. In between naps, I groaned over the aches and pains. Then napped again.
Finally, the aches and pains left—abruptly—at 6 PM Saturday night. What a help! But I went to bed.
Easter morning, I got up and felt great! I stayed home from church, though, just in case. And good thing. By mid-morning I ran out of steam.
All this over a SHOT???
Understanding – Or Lack
On Easter, I thought about the suffering many of us have been through in the last couple years. Some are still going through it. I can’t begin to comprehend the sadness, the struggles to reign over body and soul when the plague hits. Or when a disaster looms over us. Or when we lose loved ones before their time. How can we possibly cope? We can’t even think, let alone reason.
Jesus died on the cross on Friday. It was not the end. It was the beginning.
His body lay in the grave on Saturday. All was quiet, or so it seemed. But how could anyone on earth see Jesus march triumphantly into Hades and throw open the gates to lead the captives straight into heaven? How long had many of them waited?
Then Sunday! The day His Resurrection Power burst open the seals and rolled back the stone so Jesus could walk out of that grave! Could we understand? No. But He did it all for us. To raise us from the dead forever.
Three days. That’s the time frame. I think I will never forget this Resurrection weekend.