Wow, it’s been awhile since I’ve blogged. So much has transpired that it’s been difficult to figure out where I sit with it all. I’ve been in awe of God and how He works. How much His timing is not my timing. The Bible says My thoughts are not your thoughts. My ways are not your ways. My thoughts and ways are higher than yours. How true this is and how often I forget.
At the end of September I took a trip to where my family lives. My sister got married. To be honest, I had a lot of mixed emotions about going. I have been estranged from my mom for several years. It’s not that we never talk; however, it’s been a rare occasion. I’ve definitely missed her.
A couple of days after arriving, I went over to my mom’s house to take my sister shopping for some last minute wedding items. When I arrived my mom showed me all the improvements that she’d made to her home. I noticed that she was having difficulty breathing and asked if she was okay. She said she was and that she was just having a hard day from her asthma. We left and went shopping.
When we returned my mom wasn’t there. Shortly after she called my sister to let her know that she’d driven herself to Urgent Care because she was really having a hard time breathing. They told her that she had pneumonia in both lungs and wanted to admit her to the hospital; however, she refused because she didn’t want to miss the wedding. They gave her a breathing treatment (which is medicine that you inhale), gave her prescriptions, and sent her home. She arrived with her medicines in hand, took the medication she was supposed to and went in to the other room to relax (after we gave her a hard time about driving herself to Urgent Care).
I went to the other side of the house (it’s an attached apartment) to say goodbye to my niece. I spent longer than I had planned with her and then walked out to leave. My sister’s fiancé grabbed my arm to tell me that they had just called 911 because my mom couldn’t breathe. I rushed outside and she was sitting hunched over in a chair. She couldn’t get air. She felt like she was drowning and nothing was working. Not any of the medication nor the prescription inhaler was doing anything to open her airways. She thought she was going to die. At that moment, I placed my hand in the middle of her upper back and began to pray (in my head) in the Spirit. I prayed for healing. I rebuked illness. Immediately my mom stated that she was starting to get air. I kept my hand on her back and continued to pray until the ambulance arrived.
I rode to the hospital in the ambulance with her. They gave her 3 breathing treatments on the way there. By the time she arrived to the ER she was breathing, very shaken, yet breathing. I went between her room and the waiting room several times as they only allowed 2 people in at a time (her boyfriend, my sister, nieces, etc were all there). After she was settled in, I went in to say good-bye to her. Something about seeing her in the hospital so scared really hit me and I started to cry. So did she. She grabbed me, hugged me and told me that she didn’t want to be estranged anymore. That she wanted us to be close again. It was a priceless moment.
She did make it to the wedding (oxygen tank and all). She is doing much better now. She’s home and able to work. She just has to be careful. I am so grateful to God for the second chance he’s given me with her. I know it was His hand that helped to breathe and kept her living. We’ve been talking weekly since I’ve been back home. It’s amazing how a moment like that changes things. How resentment slid away and compassion has taken it’s place. It was a moment that only God could orchestrate and only in His precious time.
