Breathing, a constant . . . we take for granted.
The process of inhaling oxygen and exhaling carbon dioxide from our first breath to the last seems simple and natural. But, it’s not simple at all. Each breath is an amazing gift and like most of us, I wake up each morning expecting to take 23,000 breaths in a day.
Two weeks ago, I was rushed to the hospital with a combination of type A influenza and bacterial pneumonia. After five days of countless intravenous antibiotics, tamiflu, oxygen, and nebulizers, I am still flat-lined from weakness.
When physical strength leaves us, can inner strength remain?
For when I am weak, then I am strong. (2 Corinthians 12:9)
A verse many times quoted but sometimes misunderstood. It helps me to read the verse above it.
My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness. (:8)
This has been . . . just another grace moment, reminding me to respect my wellness. Reminding me I can’t will myself to breathe. Reminding me to pray for the many who are afflicted during this hard season.
And to know beyond a doubt, that God’s sustaining strength is what keeps us.
We learn in solitude, no visitors allowed. Caregiver husband is also on the verge of pneumonia. But, we have grateful hearts for praying friends and family, meals and flowers left on the porch, and cards filled with medicine (God’s Word).
Dependence. When we are weak He sends strength in many forms.
So, this week when you find yourself at a weak point, battling illness, a burden, or a fear . . . breathe in fresh grace and trust God to uphold you.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord! Psalm 150:6