When you’re not sure if your next breath will actually happen or if you will explode in a frenzy of coughing, your priorities change.
One week ago, I had plans…..
One week ago, my throat had a slight tickle in the back…..
Plans definitely changed.
Swallowing became big on my “to do” list. I needed fluids, but my throat was so raw my eyes watered when I tried to drink. Sleeping in the bed was no longer an option. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t sure sleeping was.
I lived in the recliner.
Eating no longer mattered.
Breathing without coughing became my priority of the day.
And oh, how I missed my Babe. It’s been almost nine years since he moved to heaven. I wanted him beside me, holding my hand. I interspersed talking to him with talking to God. After John left, God and I became pretty good buddies. I felt the presence of both.
Now my life is coming back into focus. Today I exchanged my jammies and housecoat for actual clothes and shoes. I feel almost human. Soon, I may be sleeping in the bed.
My thoughts turn to the person who may be struggling for that next breath. My difficulty was temporary. Theirs may be permanent. I don’t know who they are, but God does. May they reach out to Him as I did. He’s always up and available. Those nights are awfully long without Him.
“The Lord Himself watches over you!” Psalm 121:5 – “He never slumbers or sleeps.” Psalm 121:4 (NLT)
Jim and I both had that right before New Years and after about four days, we tested positive for Covid. Jim deemed it the “worst New Year’s Eve ever” so that’s saying something:) His cough lasted about two weeks and we both still get a tickle that leads to a little coughing jag almost a month later. I hope you are on the mend and will be back to normal as soon as possible, and I’m sorry you had to go through that alone. Yes, God is always available to us in the good times and bad. Nice reminder.
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