“You’ll only hear true and right words from my mouth;
not one syllable will be twisted or skewed.” Proverbs 8:8
“Hey, Karen, did you hear a woman in Florida is pregnant with Zida?” She gave me one of those “What’ca talkin’ about?” looks and then laughed. “Well, Mom, there are probably many pregnant women in Florida who are eating zida. I think you mean, Zika, don’t you?” She was right–another word in the English language I’ve managed to screw up. One would think a writer would have a better vocabulary.
I’d rather the pregnant woman in Florida had a plate of pasta on her swollen belly than Zika. When I first heard about Zika, I figured those little buggers would never make their way from South America to the U.S.A., but they are here and Florida is fighting like crazy to get rid of them.
In the fifteen years I’ve lived in Arizona, I have not had a mosquito bite. But there are mosquitoes that breed in swimming pools left unattended and in standing water or where lawns are irrigated. Most of Sun City has rock landscaping. I find it amazing the tiny and fragile mosquito can survive when the temperature reaches double digits.
I don’t mind if people laugh with me because I am what I am. I’m grateful God gave me a good sense of humor to draw on when times get tough.
Lord, help the scientists working on a Zika vaccine become successful in their efforts. Amen.