The following is my response to this week’s Five-Minute-Friday prompt. This is a place where many people gather, set their timers to 5 minutes, and free-write on a given topic. Today’s prompt is: BREATHE.
Breathing is not something I take for granted. In fact, just a couple days ago I noticed my inhaler was sitting out. As I picked it up to put it away, it dawned on me that I haven’t needed it in quite some time. Allergies and asthma sometimes belabor my breaths, and this past spring I went through eight agonizing weeks of struggling to fill my lungs with oxygen. Not only did I have pollen to deal with, but there was also a wildfire in our community. Firefighters stopped it about a half mile from the house, but it burned for days and the smoke was almost unbearable when the wind blew it in our direction. Thankfully we had friends who let us stay with them until the fire was under control.
Whether I feel well or ill, I thank God for every breath I take. And why shouldn’t I? He quite literally breathed the first breath of life into Adam when He created the human race, and He is the One who gives you and me life and breath as well.
Have you ever been with someone when they passed from this life to the next? I have. Three times. The most memorable of those was my dad. I watched as his breathing got shallower and slower as the moment of departure neared. I would hold my breath waiting for him to breathe his next. Finally another breath would come. Then after a while another. And another, just barely discernible. And then he heaved one big final sigh, and he was immediately transported into the presence of his Savior.
I say with Job, “The Lord gives, and the Lord takes away. Blessed be the name of the Lord!”
The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.Job 33:4
A monologue written for Kate Motaung’s Five-Minute Friday: BREATHE
Photo taken in Trinidad