Friday, November 5, 2010
My beautiful cousin Megan lies in an induced coma. Her exhausted lungs have given out and every major system in her unconscious body literally fights to live. My friend's sweet baby Andrew had surgery today and will spend the next six months of his little life in and out of hospitals as he undergoes chemotherapy. No wonder I wake up early these recent days and lie in the dark breathing deeply. In and out. In and out. I breathe in life. I breathe for Megan and Ryan and their tiny Rylee. I breathe for brave little Andrew and Lizzie and Stew. I breathe because I am able. And I inhale all the hope and faith and love that are God's daily mercies, then exhale them to warm the air around me. "Evening, and morning, and at noon, will I pray, and cry aloud: and he shall hear my voice." (Psalm 55:17) It doesn't feel right to ask why Megan and Andrew battle to live. I trust a loving Father and His perfect plan. The best I can do each precious day is to get up, draw breath, and live my praise to Him "that spread forth the earth, and that which cometh out of it; he that giveth breath unto the people upon it, and spirit to them that walk therein." (Isaiah 42:5) For Megan, and for Andrew, I breathe.