I've found myself enveloped in a cloud of fear and timidity. Eager to run away from everything. Into the belly of a whale if need be. Anything to get away from the harsh realities of toxic mold.
Sunday morning it hit me. We were days away from a news crew coming to film our story.
"For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world . . ."
A crew from CBN news came to our home yesterday as planned. We spoke candidly about our story. A large family whose home made them sick. Who made the difficult decision to leave and seek refuge and treatment in the desert.
Our reporter, to the left above, asked why the issue is so controversial. Why are there regulations for radon and asbestos but none for toxic mold? She went so far as to call it the "wild west" of environmental issues.
As we were talking I felt something rise up. A passion and conviction from the deepest recesses of my heart. A passion that springs only from suffering and sorrow.
I said it with confidence and without fear.
Toxic mold is hazardous. Period.
And God is bigger than all of it.