I Get to Slay Dragons Today

My husband had a stroke a year ago last week. I have been reflecting on the memories that pop up for each day and have been reading them to Bob. He asks about them and is mapping out his stroke recovery. Today was the day I got so sick I couldn’t get out of bed or think straight. I don’t even have a written memory to share. I was WAY off on my assessment and eventually called for a mobile medical service to come check me out. Just the thought of walking to my van seemed impossible! I was shocked to learn I had bacterial pneumonia… while my husband was recovering from a stroke and all the dangers that laid before us.

This is when the social media gaslighters came out in full force. I had a negative COVID test and I responded to the mega antibiotics they prescribed. And still… gaslit. Bob’s stroke shook me. The gaslighting shook me even harder. It’s so hard to type that out because it sounds so shallow. I’ve been silently wrestling with that inner conflict for a whole year! Hindsight helps a ton.

Here is what I KNOW about the pneumonia: Grief is carried in the lungs. While grieving over Bob and what seemed to be the new path ahead of us, the mask caught the strep bacteria I naturally carry and took it back into my vulnerable lungs. They were weak with grief, and their vitality was lowered enough to not fight off the bacteria. Streptococcal pneumonia has a higher death rate than COVID. I healed quickly, actually. Way faster than when Bob, Micah, and I had COVID symptoms (unknown flu- not a and not b) back in December 2019.

Here is what I experienced: Social media strangers telling me to “just wear the damn mask” and that I was a possible danger to them even though I would likely NEVER meet them. People telling me I actually GOT COVID (when it wasn’t true) and I was wrong about the mask making me sick. Perfect strangers told me this. They told me I was either lying about what the doctor said or the doctor was wrong. So the same people who believe doctors can do no wrong and have the market on “The Science” told me MY doctor was wrong… even though her diagnosis fit the prescription and I healed quickly. This gaslighting continued all year because I refused to be silent about the possible dangers of wearing a mask.

I took trips. Nobody cared about my recent medical history. They absolutely did NOT care. I felt flipped off and told to go crawl in a hole and die so I didn’t take up any more space on this planet because I was a deviation from the media programming.

A few weeks ago, a family member came on to my post and started virtue signaling about mask wearing even when they were proudly vaccinated because they wouldn’t want people to think they were a Republican. I had to just walk away from that conversation entirely. Masks are now a status symbol and not even a medical “device.” It was implied that I didn’t care that a family member was in ICU with COVID. False accusation. It was implied I cared more about myself than others. False accusation. It was implied Republicans are cruel and dangerous. False accusation. Defending those would have been fruitless with this person.

I’ve been calling it COVID Callous and I believe THAT is the disease the deep state and media aimed to inject into society. The hearts of man have become callous… rubbed by stress and lies so much that love has grown cold.

I look at how media has lied and lied. How I am not allowed to have an opinion on social media or even make a joke without the thought police injecting their rebuttal. I look at how an election was stolen (don’t bother to tell me otherwise!) and here we are spiraling into chaos as a nation. We are swimming in lies and death and it was all a plan to power up a monster who hasn’t revealed itself yet. I know who it is.

I see this evil… everywhere. It’s touching every part of our daily lives in some way. It has been given authority to rule on ALL the mountains of society by deceived men. We are pitiful creatures with naïve minds who refuse to test the spirits. I see how evil is squeezing itself into more and more hearts, decisions, and even as a focus of man’s worship.

I’m a wounded soul trying to breathe in a dark and evil world.

But God.

My spirit eagerly pulls me up by my bootstraps. With divine influence upon my heart, I hear, “Chelsea, this is why we are here! We have our work to do! Armor up and be encouraged! We fight within the finished work of Jesus Christ! We wrestle powers and principalities WITH God’s ability!” My spirit knows why we are here. She is excited about the work and knows the outcome is in His hands.

We are living in dark DARK days. We were MADE for such a time as this. It’s why we came. I get to slay dragons today!

For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this against against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. Therefore, take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.”

Ephesians 6:12-13