Some passengers held their breath. Not me. As the plane climbed in elevation, my breathing was excellent! The dash to the connecting flight in Denver, with eight minutes and a furiously fast wheelchair ride to the gate, left me breathless. Finally in Fairbanks (many hours later), the air was clean and crisp! There was plenty of breathing room!
Two months ago I needed oxygen. Evenings were tough so music was comforting. Although my voice was nearly gone, I tried to sing along. The first song I heard was Breathe (originally recorded by Michael W. Smith). Tears fell as I thanked God for being the air in my lungs.❣️
Thank you, family and friends, for lifting me in friendship and support. I’ve missed writing; it’s like breathing to me. My time away allowed for a breather–and today, you’re a breath of fresh air to me! Never lose hope, my friends. Let’s take a deep breath and inhale the incoming scents of a new season.
Keep the faith. 💚
“The Spirit of God has made me, and the breath of the Almighty give me life.”
Job 33:4
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