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\"\"<\/a>Photo Credit: MVFC1<\/a><\/p>\n

[It’s been four years – From the Archives<\/a>]<\/p>\n

In a few days, it will be 5 years since this non-smoker received a lung cancer diagnosis (Stage One, fortunately). When the blog below came around on my Facebook memories this week, it reminded me of the profound condition of good health and how easily it is to take it as an entitlement. My lung cancer diagnosis was an incidental finding. It will be forever grateful to God for the blessing of that early find. The event reported below happened months after the unremarkable surgery and recovery from the lung cancer. I adapted this piece and repost it today as a reminder of the great grace we have for each day we live.<\/p>\n

Over these last several months, breath and breathing have become something very precious to me. You can tell when you search my blog archives for either topic. We take breathing so for granted, even when we acknowledge that every breath\u2019s a gift. That rhythmic rise and fall in our chest that strengthens and refreshes us. Breathing just happens.<\/p>\n

Until it doesn\u2019t.<\/p>\n

There have only been two times as an adult that I couldn\u2019t get my breath. The first was eight months ago (now 4 years & 8 months ago – you can read about it here<\/a>.) The second time was less than 48 hours ago [now 4 years ago as I repost].<\/p>\n

For the second time in my life, I was surprised, just before bedtime, by a rapid and terrifying development of shortness of breath and quickly got to the place that Dave had to call 911. He was still talking to the dispatcher when we heard the sirens.<\/p>\n

So thankful for our local fire department and rescue squad.<\/p>\n

We live in a quiet neighborhood, and most of the residents are older. The rescue squad shows up often here, and, of course, no one really wants to be the one on the receiving end of their excellent care. Every time it happens, a neighbor or two stand sentinel in the road watching and hoping for a good report. While the rescue squad was getting me stabilized and Dave was waiting in his car to follow to the hospital, he would tell me later of neighbors standing in the shadows. Not wanting to intrude but standing watch. It\u2019s a comforting thing.<\/p>\n

From the first hours in the emergency room through the next two days in the top floor ICU, I received excellent and thoughtful care at St. Mary\u2019s Hospital<\/a>. The crisis was averted, and the testing began again to determine the cause. The same testing that was done previously. The findings were not so much different as they were the first time it happened. Maybe they were taken more seriously with it happening twice. Anyway, I am now in the care of a cardiologist with some meds on board that will hopefully help me NOT to go through this experience again.<\/p>\n

[Praising God, four years this month, that it hasn’t happened again.]<\/p>\n

To go from thinking you\u2019re going to die to feeling pretty much as well as ever, within hours, is a strange and wondrous experience. We will all die one day, so it doesn\u2019t always end as it did for me these two times of not being able to get my breath. For this, today, I am so grateful to God for breath\u2026and I am reminded it is His to give.<\/p>\n

The song Great Are You Lord <\/em>beautifully presents this truth. The band All Sons & Daughters <\/a>introduces the song in this way<\/a>:<\/p>\n

\u201cWorship is when we give God His breath back.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

This morning, I give God His breath back<\/em> in praise. So thankful for a husband who acted quickly for me when I couldn\u2019t, for trained professionals and volunteers, for watchful neighbors, for kids who show up (physically and in prayer), for praying friends and family, for all the many employees at St. Mary\u2019s (including my own youngest son) who were kind in their care \u2026for all of this I\u2019m grateful.\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Most of all I am so very thankful for the God who gives us breath.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I love the LORD because he hears my voice and my prayer for mercy. Because he bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath! Death wrapped its ropes around me; the terrors of the grave overtook me. I saw only trouble and sorrow. Then I called on the name of the LORD: \u201cPlease, LORD, save me!\u201d How kind the LORD is! How good he is! So merciful, this God of ours! The LORD protects those of childlike faith; I was facing death, and he saved me. Let my soul be at rest again, for the LORD has been good to me.<\/span> <\/em>\u2013 Psalm 116:1-7, NLT<\/a><\/p>\n

Would you worship<\/a> with me praising God for His healing and for His helpers?<\/p>\n

You give life, You are love
\nYou bring light to the darkness
\nYou give hope, You restore
\nEvery heart that is broken
\nGreat are You, Lord<\/p>\n

It\u2019s Your breath in our lungs
\nSo we pour out our praise
\nWe pour out our praise
\nIt\u2019s Your breath in our lungs
\nSo we pour out our praise to You only<\/p>\n

You give life, You are love
\nYou bring light to the darkness
\nYou give hope, You restore
\nEvery heart that is broken
\nGreat are You, Lord<\/p>\n

All the earth will shout Your praise
\nOur hearts will cry, these bones will sing
\nGreat are You, Lord*<\/p>\n