She said she would go get her son and put him in bed with her, reminding herself of the reason she needed to breathe one more minute.
She is certainly taking all the steps needed to find the best intervention, to reverse this course, to come out from under.
Breathe one more minute.
All of us will face that dilemma through grief or hardship or depression.
My children were school-age and I was driving by myself, telling God how I couldn't breathe even one more minute. It seems odd to me now that I couldn't see the beauty of the motherhood journey in that critical thought process.
It is when pain of circumstances outweighs reason and the heart.
I looked up and saw sun rays breaking through clouds with a luminosity I can't describe. It prompted me to say to God, Okay, I won't quit.
A few moments later, the pain washed over me again and I could only see the idea of exiting altogether.
Immediately, a new set of sun rays blazed down. It was unmistakable.
After the third display, I regained my emotional footing. Somehow I was able to stand on my commitment to keep on trucking.
Now, six grandchildren and thousands of precious memories later, I am so thankful for the message I fully believe was from God. He was saying,
Breathe one more minute.When it is your time to hear, I pray you will allow God to carry you through.
The sun can break through once again.
