I will never forget the sound my newborn made as he laid in his little box in the newborn intensive care. It was his fragile attempt to communicate with lungs that were not prepared to enter the world quite as early as they did.
I also recall my grandpa lying in his bed for his final hours – also laboring for each breath as his body was wearing out after 97 years. He, too, was struggling for breath.
Where does that put us in between our first fragile days and our last? It seems to me that we go from one struggle to the next…finances, relationships, illness. Like my newborn and my dying grandpa, I struggle for breath.
But Job 12:10 says, “In God’s hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind”
My comfort comes in knowing God sustains my breath and the details of my life.
Take a deep breath with me… and know the God of the Universe is sustaining you.
Be blessed!