Monday, June 20, 2016

The Unnoticed Gift

I wrap my arms around her frail body—her beautiful, 92-year-old frame that’s kept breathing with the help of an oxygen tank and tubes I stop noticing after the first sentence escapes her lips.

That sentence is always, “I love you. You are so precious. I’ve missed you.”

We talk.

And she keeps breathing.

She tells me again about her husband who died when her children were young. She makes sure I never miss the part that assures me her God never left her destitute, abandoned, in need, or wondering how her children would be cared for.

Her husband died in peace, because she was at peace and told him, “God will take care of me.”

She never skips the part that reminds me that doctors gave her only months to live. She had two children. Her husband was gone. Her God was the only One who could keep her alive for them and for the many lives He still meant for her to touch. He was the only One who would decide when her last breath would be.

Since then and for over fifty years, He has given her thousands of daily breaths.

We talk. She keeps breathing. And she doesn’t let me forget that her God is the One who did that. The only One who gave her these many years to live.

When I’m with her, I can’t stop thinking about the God who keeps her breathing. She lives in His presence constantly. You can’t help but notice Him.

That’s what breathing is—a constant, unnoticed gift of life from the One Who is always with us.

The words she leaves in my ears as I say good-bye are always, “Go with God.”

Go with the God who never fails to give you enough breaths to live the life He has given you.

Go with God—the One who will give you all the breaths you have left.

"He gives to all life, breath, and all things." ~Acts 17:25