Lord I Believe

About 6 years ago I was "stuck" in Vegas because the roads were too bad north of Mesquite to get me home. I was beyond grateful for a friend who let us stay with her at a moments notice. I wrote this to remember my night.

To top off the night, my son with Reactive Airway Disease has a cough. The common cold for him means poor, labored breathing and the need for breathing treatments. At 10:00 PM in about 15 minutes time, his cough went from bad to worse and I panicked. His breathing was very poor and he was distressed, making it worse. I'm in a town "out of network" on my insurance, by myself. I don't want to buy a nebulizer, cause I have one at home, and even if I did want to buy one at this late hour (NOT), the Albuterol requires a prescription. Who do I wake up at 11:00 PM Utah time to get that taken care of, and do I take my kids who should be sleeping to get it filled? I opted for one other thing. I got on my knees. I told God through my tears that I needed Him. That I needed help, and I prayed with a soft heart and asked if he would heal my son and let him sleep. I told God that I knew He could do this little miracle and that I knew that if it was His will, my son could be relieved so he could get a good nights rest. Before I said, "Amen", my son's breathing relaxed and went back to normal and he fell immediately asleep. I haven't been able to sleep since. I've been up listening to his good breathing and so overwhelmed with gratitude that my mind is just churning.

"Lord, I Believe."

Originally written on December 8, 2013