Last Tuesday I thought I was going to die. I had an asthma attack after work and it happened in my mother's house, trying to visit her after a long absence, and woe, my inhaler's at my wife's house.
It was terrible. I was not terrified at the prospect of dying, except I do recall that I could not breath without my whole frame doubling and twisting in an effort to get air in and out of my gaping mouth. My mother, she was busy watching television in the living room. Her advanced age and semi-deafness must've prevented her from hearing me.
I don't have energy at all to call for help, I was intent on catching my breath.
There were times that I thought my lungs would collapse from trying to squeeze oxygen in, my head was splitting for lack of it, and my chest and stomach muscles ached so severely from trying to breath.
When I thought I was really going to asphyxiate and die from lack of oxygen, I called on Jesus' Name, Our Lord's Name, with every breath I took, such that I pronounced Our Lord's Name as H-he-Sooh-s, He-he-sooh-s.
Hours passed into the night, my muscles ached for trying to sit, back hunched, arms stiffening in supporting my torso, I'm so dizzy that everytime I lain down, my lungs threatened to squeeze itself and quickly I sprung back to sitting position.
I prayed in my heart, still breathing Jesus' Name, I asked, "Is this it, God? Am I to die? I am ready, but how about my children? My wife? Nobody will support them save I? They need a father, Lord, am I to be taken now? Dear God, is this the bargain that we struck? That my daughter be cured and I would die in her place? Thy will be done..."
Hours later, later into the morning, my painful gasps subsided, what remained were the aches in my muscles, intestines, appendix, and my back from the sheer effort in just breathing.
I asked that I'd suffer in my daughter's place, and I have no complaints, but I also believe Jesus saved me, for it was only His Healing I called upon, recalling in my delirium how He healed many of the sick in Israel during His 3 years of ministry.
Forgive me for my blandness although I am grateful for my Lord's cure, but still I feel a bit woozy from the attack. I did not go to work the next day to just recover and wait for my aching torso to slacken a bit.
Thank You God...for every breath I take. Your Mercy is Overflowing. You have allowed this humble servant to live...I am overwhelmed my Lord, I thought I would finally meet you, hold you, ask you the final questions that nagged me since I started to think, about this life, about my purpose, about You, but something held me back, from surrendering, from yielding to the cold darkness creeping on my skin that night...I called and You answered My Lord, My Dear God, My Beautiful God, Yahweh, Yeshua, Alleluia, Lord, My God, Alleluia, Jesus, I believe, Oh MY LOrd, My Lord, My Lord. Amen. Amen. Amen. Christe Eleison. Alleluia. Praised be Your Name, My Lord, My God.
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