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Is It Hard To Breathe? The Miracle Of Life Inspiration

Is It Hard To Breathe? The Miracle Of Life Inspiration
“Breathing Is A Blessing so inhale and exhale and then inset those breaths like there's no tomorrow ....”

He hadn’t been out of the YMCA for more than four hours.

Lunch had come and gone and now it was getting hard to breathe. Harder still to catch his breath. He continued up the stairs as his heart beating at the speed of light.

 “Holy crap. This indigestion.” He muttered as he collapsed into THE chair in front of the desk he could be found in front of from 8 am to 6 pm five days a week.

What had he been thinking asking for five stars on the Phad Thai?  

Short and shorter his breath became. Finally he let the apparent  food poisoning win. He  walked down the stairs and drove home. Undressed and crawled in bed as his wife watched in amazement he assured her it was nothing more than a bad case of indigestion.

Is it hard to breathe? 

The next morning the pressure was worse not better. And his breath hadn’t returned it was still missing. Short and shorter it became.

Within thirty minutes the emergency room he had been sent to was surrounded by the triage nurse and her saving lives gang. Seems his lungs were home to blood clots who at this very moment threatened to take his life.

He and his wife prayed and then the specialist performed a miracle or at least what they said when instead of dying he ended up living.

Two days later he was at home breathing as if it hadn’t been nearly impossible to breathe just the day before.  Seems he’d had a close call. Deat had come knocking and he’d been spared.

The office would have to wait. And he was done with sitting all day waiting for blood clots to form. It was time to relish this breath of his. The fact he could inhale and exhale. The breath of life filled him. Never before had oxygen tasted so fabulous and caloric even. It was time to make sure the next time it was hard to breathe he had no regrets. It was time to take this breathing thing serious…


Is It Hard To Breathe?

Somedays I know God. I am easily bothered by things that aren’t related at all to the major category of breathing- me or anyone else. I get my panties all in a wad and worry about stuff I tell myself I trust you to handle. Breathing. Oh how you are teaching me the simple technique of letting go and merely celebrating the fact I can breathe and so to can those I love and care about. Of course heart attacks are caused by holding your breathe all the time or forcing your breath maybe even panty wad is at the source of heart attacks and blood clots- for all I know. But one thing is sure the spiritual path demands I practice deep breathing. Inhaling the love and peace of God and exhaling the toxic attempt to control or be god myself. Inhale. Exhale. I’m here to breathe- do my very best and then exhale and trust God with the outcome. Somedays, I know I’m all tied up in knots creating clots in relationships and in my own life over things that aren’t at all as important as breathing…


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Posted by on March 13, 2013 in Loss

Every day I get up expecting a miracle or ten thousand. Mostly I expect God to take the questions of life and turn them into soulful inspiration to encourage you and I on this journey. That's why I'm here. I believe in the miracles that faith, love and hope make possible.

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