Yes! I spent the first week of my new job in quarantine. One of my family members tested positive and could not go to school because of the exposure. If you missed the last post, God gave me a new job in the midst of losing one.
God did it again! I lost a job and gained another one!

At first, I was completely freaked out but joked that my new job tradition is taking the week off. When I started at the other school, it was Mardi Gras. Reality is reality and I had no control over it, and thankfully, everyone understood “the times”. I had to call my new boss and tell her (right after our orientation on Covid precautions and everyone being healthy ALL YEAR). Major facepalms.

I am relieved and thankful to report that my family member is on the mend. It was scary for a couple of days, but it was my first real experience in quarantine because last year, I was blessed to work with Brent as an “essential worker” when the world shut down. With that said, it was my first time truly locked in my room, and with the nervous energy and anxiety I’m sure I exhibit through my blogs, you can imagine what I was like. Except, I wasn’t because I got more done in one week of quarantine than I did with an entire summer off.

For years I refused to sign up for Pinterest knowing it would take over my life, but when I started working in the school system welcomed the creative inspiration. We must all know our limits and quickly deleted the app off my phone and only use my computer. 🙂 

This week, I organized my closet, making the storage functional instead of piled on top of everything. I moved the unused boxes to the top shelf or back, giving room for frequently used items. Before switching schools I bought a laminator (with a coupon!) and sticker paper and found many uses. I did many Pinterest projects for school and painted a cabinet I bought at the thrift store about a month ago for ten dollars. It was a project I thought I could take my time with, but knowing I had one week off took full advantage of my time. I started getting concerned with my productivity level, questioning just what goes on in my brain, knowing I cannot be still.

I had to wait a few days after exposure before taking a test that came back negative. Yes, just because it was negative did not make me treat my family any less like leprosy was in the house, walking around spraying the air with Lysol and obsessively wiping everything with disinfecting wipes. I became ‘one of those’ this week.

Among the many things I did this week was read an article by a fellow blogger ‘Wintery Knight’ about Richard Dawkins’s view of down’s syndrome and I still have not moved forward from it. During my joyful season feel like I may have lost my zeal because I’m not going out of my way to bash anyone over the head with scripture or provoke biblical debates. However, my concern over my recent lack of care came to a screeching halt after reading this tragic and heartbreaking perspective.

Facebook seems to have taken my post down from the other day, so I thought I would re-share it.  

“Richard Dawkins advises parents who find out their child has down’s syndrome should “Abort it and try again. It would be immoral to bring it into the world if you have the choice.”

My question is, what makes his life any more valuable than someone with Down’s Syndrome?

What evidence or fruit of his life makes his life worth living, but not someone with an extra chromosome? He likes to stir the pot and make people angry, which only has a negative impact on the world. People with Down’s Syndrome provide joy to everyone around them.

What gives him more of a right to life than anyone else?

He has also stated, “These are foetuses, diagnosed before they have human feelings.” which is ironic because he doesn’t appear to have developed any ‘human feelings’ in the course of his life.”

After reading the article with these quotes, my blood pressure shot up, and I could not calm down. I was so angry. I became aware of Richard Dawkins a few years ago after a debate with an atheist friend. He mentioned a documentary with him in it and, because he listened to me and my biblical thoughts, assumed it only fair to look into what he said. I cannot remember the documentary’s name, but Richard Dawkins was a major subject, and I got physically ill watching it. I was appalled and heartbroken that my friend believed these things and looked up to this man. I realized then just how vile and prideful atheists are. They will act as if they are all different and unique in their free-spirited lives, but they are all dead and empty. They all have the spirit of unbelief and anti-Christ, and when you realize how simple the game is, life becomes easy. If you are unaware, he is a famous professor who hates God and anyone who believes in the bible. He is anti-creationist and is not ashamed of it. The other ironic part of his view is stating it’s “immoral” to allow down’s syndrome “fetus” to live. As an atheist, how can he call anything immoral? What is his standard for morals if there is no truth because everyone has their own? How can he call something immoral when I call it moral or the other way around?

I could not believe the nerve of this guy, though I could, because, without a belief in God, there is no accountability. It is survival of the fittest, and we serve no purpose here. The weak must die for the world to be successful. Eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die.

However, as much anger and hurt I have toward this man, the Jesus in me cannot. 

For, “I once was lost and now am found.

Was blind and now I see”

We are not to condemn the lost, for they are already condemned, and Jesus died so that even Richard Dawkins might be saved. Only the Jesus in me could type those words because I have my own words I would like to say, but you cannot fight hate with hate. I am not Jesus, but His follower and Jesus forgave the thief on the cross and his persecutors WHILE hanging on the cross. “Forgive them Father, for they know not what they are doing”.

We aren’t to go yelling at the Richard Dawkins of the world because they are spiritually blind and dead, left to their reprobate minds. I’ve already been there, and it goes nowhere.

They are following their master Satan, the father of lies, and ‘only by the grace of God so go I’.

One day every knee will bow, and every tongue will confess that Jesus is Lord.

Love your enemies. Pray for those who persecute you.

In other news, because I tested negative, I can go to work tomorrow. I cannot wait to meet my babies. God made me a caregiver for a reason and has given me the responsibility and experience of working with the vulnerable and most innocent. They have taught me more about life and drown out anything Richard Dawkins says because God always has the final say. I will continue to live the life God has for me and am thankful to know I can still ‘set it on fire’ when necessary.

Be somebody who makes everybody feel like a somebody.

Cutting all those membership cards at the gym paid off… sharpened my cutting skills. 😛 

This week, I also discovered ‘The Psalm Project’ on YouTube while working on my cabinet project. It’s psalms sung and put to music. Another thing I did was watch episodes of I Love Lucy from DVDs I found and had forgotten how hilarious she is.

Of course, The Miracle Baby and his momma sit upon the renovated cabinet 🙂

Got well acquainted with my laminator, made a sensory board, and a wall quote for my class room (hand cut!).