Did you ever think that our world would be in such disarray? In our past Thanksgivings we have always entertained guests. Not this year! This is the year that will go down in history as the year from Hell. COVID-19 impacts us all in a different manner.  I, for one, refuse to give in to the fear projected by the masses. I pray, I still attend daily Mass, I go out on a regular basis; though I am careful, I am not as obedient as when the first lockdown occurred. No one knows how to react or respond to this new life we are forced to live. Whether you believe this is political or not doesn’t matter because in the long run we are being controlled. We live in a free country and no government entity should be allowed to put such stringent regulations over us. I thank God we do not live in Los Angeles County; they are taking two steps back to try to keep the virus from spreading. In Orange County our restrictions are less strict. Many of us have grown tired of Governor Newsom and no longer respect his warmongering. It’s time to let us live a responsible life or we will never win this war with COVID-19.

We are all overreacting to the slightest sign of a runny nose, getting tested to make sure so that we will not become the spreaders of the virus. This weekend was another example of extreme caution. Our son Mikos and his wife Jenny were planning a short business getaway when their daughter Maddie came down with a fever; after a rapid test, the results were negative. Both Maddie and Wil were able to spent the weekend with us.

Bring on Christmas

I had made up my mind to decorate earlier than usual for Christmas. This is a daunting task because I have accumulated over 49 years of decorations. I took advantage of our grandchildren and had them help with getting all my Christmas boxes out. I want our home to light up the neighborhood and send a message of cheer – that we will celebrate life and the birth of our Savior Jesus Christ. We played Christmas music and had the most pleasant evening with all four of our grandchildren.

Mike purchased the world’s largest angel and set it right outside the front door. This angel is over seven-feet tall; she so gargantuan I had to give her a name: she is Celestina.

Maddie is fifteen and her brother Wil is thirteen. They have grown to become what I have forever been praying for: two beautiful, loving kids. Maddie takes after me and is passionate about her beliefs. She is strong-willed but sensitive; she will not put up with anything that is remotely fake. Wil has matured into a fine young man, and is becoming a great role model for his younger cousins. They are both gifted athletes. Maddie has her driver’s permit and is my personal driver. She is driving Miss Lynda. I love to be in the passenger’s seat so this brings joy to both of us.

The Truth

The Lord revealed to me in January that this was the year that truth would be revealed. I am still praying for the outcome of the elections. If there was fraud or mishandling of ballots I put my complete trust in God. He will always reveal the truth. If 72 million people are praying the same prayer, God hears us and will soon answer our plea. We are in a spiritual battle as never before. We are fighting for the rights of the unborn, the sanctity of marriage and for our Christian rights. We have gotten so far and there is no turning back. Sometimes I feel that I have fallen into a pit of quicksand and cannot get out, but then I get a surge of hope and start the uphill battle again. We who believe will fight to the bitter end. Our prayers reach the throne of heaven, and we will not be denied. Our fight is building up our faith, and all we need is faith the size of a grain of mustard seed to move forward. I have the confidence that truth will prevail and that victory is just around the corner. God never leaves things unfinished, and He will expose all the deception. We wait in anticipation because the victory belongs to the Lord.

The Lesson

There is only one lesson in this battle: God is teaching us that He will get things accomplished because He is allowing things to be exposed. When I look at things in the natural, I cannot fathom how this is going to take place because it looks impossible. But with God all things are possible.

I will not stop praying until God releases me. I will remain steadfast, not only in my prayer life but in the supernatural realm, believing God will show His glory to the world. God wants to touch each and every one of us through this lesson. Don’t think of me as foolish because that is the farthest  from the truth. We are among the millions who operate in this belief. I happen to be one who  is publicly announcing my proclamation, and I do this with an open heart. God has my back and He will reveal any fraud in this election.

Romans 10:11

Dear Lord, I pray that You keep our families safe from any and all illnesses, especially COVID-19. Lord, bring Your Holy Spirit upon all households and allow us to feel Your Holy Presence this Thanksgiving. Dear Jesus, show us a sign that this, too, will pass. We look to You for all our needs. Restore hope in those who have lost so much because of this pandemic. Lord, provide meals for all Your people, especially those who are homeless. Cover the world with Your blanket of love. Amen.

I have been sequestered in my bedroom for three-and-a-half days. This all started with a slight fever on Wednesday, November 11th. My body was speaking to me in a small voice, telling me something was off balance. In the meantime Mike made sure to sleep in the guest bedroom for fear of the coronavirus. The following day I called our health provider for a directive, and, just as I suspected, a COVID-19 test was recommended.

The Test

The last thing I wanted to do was to get out of bed and get tested. This was a drive-through test held in the parking lot of the  Anaheim Convention Center. I went online and filled out all the required information; I signed up for the last spot of the day, 5:30-6:00 p.m. I left the house an hour and a half earlier just in case of any glitches.

The Screening

Since this was my first time for testing, I had no idea what to expect. The first screener came to my car, and I rolled down the window to speak to her. She quickly signaled for me to roll up the window.”Please keep your window up!” She pointed to her clipboard and asked for my ID and a confirmation number. I showed her both, but for some reason she kept pointing to the confirmation number. I was showing her my appointment that I had conveniently screen shot. I could see the frustration in her face when she told me to go into lane #2. I knew this was the lane for stupid people. She placed a note on my windshield, and off I went. I was flustered, and all I could think about was getting this test completed. I called my friend Cindy and asked her to pray for me.

The Revelation

While I was waiting in the stupid line, the Lord instructed me to pull up the registration form. Thank God everything was saved, including the insurance information. It turns out that I had inadvertently forgotten to send the last part of the form. As the second screener was walking toward my vehicle, the confirmation number popped up on my phone. With my window rolled down I was handed the COVID-19 kit. I waited another 20 minutes, then drove to the underground garage to take the test. I was greeted by two well-informed male assistants dressed in what looked like HAZMAT suits. With their instructions I gave myself the test. My temperature was taken, then I was instructed to place the tube/vile in the trash can on my way out. Yes, it was a trash can! Of course, as in most cases, my car was too far to reach the can. At no time are you to leave your vehicle, but my arms were way too short to toss it in the trash can. I had to back up, with other cars behind me, to get within reach. I was told that within two to three days I would either receive a text message or email informing me of the results.

Meanwhile Back At Home

Dr. Mike (my husband) instructed me to stay in our room; he would bring me all my meals and anything else I needed. Mike asked me to try not to use the handrails when going down stairs,  and to not touch anything in the kitchen. I wanted a small snack, so I touched almost everything in the kitchen. I tried to disinfect my tracks with Clorox wipes, but I’m sure I left some bacteria behind.

When I got back from the test, Mike solemnly stated, “We need to talk about Thanksgiving.” I rolled my eyes and answered, “We’ll talk when the results come in.”

I was supposed to pick up my grandkids from school on Thursday but the coronavirus symptoms quickly put a stop to that. “We don’t want the boys to be exposed,” their parents cried. On Friday our daughter-in-law Jenny stepped up and picked up the kids from school.

I know my body, and this felt like the common cold that I get every flu season. I stayed in bed and prayed for the outcome of the presidential election. I watched EWTN (a global Catholic Network) and several Hallmark movies, praying for the results to come in.

The Results

The results arrived on Saturday at 11:56 a.m. My heart was stilled with a quick prayer, and then again I needed the stupid confirmation number! Thank You, Jesus, that my date of birth was another option. Yes, coronavirus is the new drama queen, acting worse than a teenager not getting her way. I had a cold but, because of all these political requirements, I was put through Hell. I tested negative! Praise be to God!

Isaiah 33:2 

O Lord, be gracious to us; we wait for you. Be our arm every morning, and our salvation in the time of trouble.

My Prayer

Dear Lord, I pray for all who died due to COVID-19. Comfort the hearts of their loved ones and bring them peace. Lord, remove all fear that this pandemic is causing. Help us to trust in You for all of our needs. Father God, guide us to approach prayer with more reverence and humility.  Heal our nation and eradicate COVID-19 from this earth. Amen.

In closing I would like to thank the professional efforts of Fulgent Genetics for conducting the test and Healthvana.com for the rapid results. God bless the work of your hands.

As our usual Taco Tuesday custom, we had tacos for dinner. This Tuesday was different because it was election night.  Mike, our daughter Sonja, Russ and their boys, and our friends Sarah and  Jason came to watch the results of the election. We waited for states to be called red and were pleasantly surprised. This was intense, but we continued to watch. Our conversation was about all the positive rallies for Trump and our belief that the media was going to play an underhanded game with this election.

The Media

The purpose of this organization is to keep us informed, to be in the know and to present an unbiased report on the affairs that are being reported. Our media is not only not impartial, they are so liberal that they can’t even get the weather right. What is happening here is that they all caught the disease of bogus reporting; the lay term for this illness is: Fakenewsism. This disorder attacks the mind and causes delusional thoughts to enter the brain. If you attempt to go for another diagnosis, all the doctors (news agencies) will tell you the same. They will prescribe an extra dose of fake news to keep you in the dark. There is only one antidote, well perhaps two: God and prayer.

The Liberal Mind

Fakenewsism spreads faster than COVID-19; it has been a pandemic for a while. I can recall a telephone conversation with a liberal relative, and I was not at all surprised when she obtusely said, “How can all the media be wrong?” When I heard this, I knew fakenewsism had taken over her reprobate mind. There was no hope; the lights of reason were turned off, so our conversation ended.

This mindset also attacks Christians. How can this be? Some Christians take up one cause and will compromise the things of God to satisfy that one stand. They do not understand the non-negotiable: protecting life from womb to tomb, protecting the sanctity of marriage, and obeying the laws of God. They haven’t sold out, but because of their disorder they no longer think what God created their mind to think.

The News

We watched several stations during the elections, switching from Fox, to NBC, and CNN. Some of the reporters could not hide the look on their faces when a state turned red. Then it started; the fake news quickly kicked in and the reporters stopped calling the states. Russ took the boys home,  Jason left to be with his daughters, and Mike went to bed. Sonja, Sarah and I stuck to the news. We were anxious, so we all decided to make a donut run to DK Donuts. The euphoria lasted for about five minutes  because that is what sugar does. Around 10 o’clock we all turned in because I had to give Sonja a ride home. I was going straight to bed but I decided to watch more of the secularized news. I started to pray; I was not praying for victory, I was praying for justice to prevail.

On Wednesday I visited my sister out of state while all this presidential information was being sorted out. My sister Norma does not watch any news whatsoever, so my mind was at ease the entire visit. Norma and I went on a late night walk and prayed the Rosary. I fell asleep praying in the Spirit.

On my way home, I continued to pray. My phone lit up with the news projecting Biden as the winner. I got a pit in my stomach and pulled out my Rosary and prayed. Shortly afterwards the fake news media declared Biden the winner. I was looking for other news feeds to ease my troubled mind. I came across Taylor Marshall, pulled up a YouTube video and listened to what he had to say.

The Walls of Jericho

Taylor Marshall is a genius. A staunch Catholic to the core, he announced that it was not over yet, that Catholics are gathering around all state capitals especially the questionable battle-ground states to march at 12 o’clock noon for victory. This March started on Saturday, November 7th. I am asking that in solidarity we join them in prayer at 12 p.m.

When the Israelites marched around Jericho, they had with them the Ark of the Covenant, which was carried by the High Priest. The Ark of the Covenant contained the Laws of God. We who serve and follow God still live by these Ten Commandments.

After Moses’ death, God commissioned Joshua to lead. Joshua had the mantle of Moses, the anointed of God. God chose Joshua because our Lord was going to instruct him on how to fight this battle. The only secret weapon was the Ark of the Covenant, which carried three things: a jar of manna, Aaron’s rod and the Ten Commandments. Equipped with this, the Israelites marched on. Were they scared? Did they believe that by just marching around Jericho the walls would come down? They weren’t scared, they were terrified; but because God kept encouraging them they prevailed. They claimed the promises of God. God never leaves a job half done.

God allowed this medium for the sake of spreading the Good News. In all my previous posts, I proceeded with a circumspect heart, never using the name of our President Trump. Why? Because a big red flag of analytics would wildly wave. My free speech is muzzled because I am speaking against the liberals by exposing the truth. The anger of others quickly follows with unwarranted remarks like this, “Like it or not, Biden is the new president of this country!” My first reaction was surprise, then the Holy Spirit calmed me into praying for this angry person. So much controversy with social media and all the tech giants, but to God they are mere grasshoppers.

One  of the main fact-Checkers originated from CNN. Allen Duke, who worked as an editor for CNN for 26 years, was quickly picked up by Facebook to do their fact-checking dirty work. They are nothing more than liberals adding their judgement to twist the truth. This, too, is going to stop because God will intervene and set them straight.