Just Breathe

I'm sitting in the dark on the hotel bed, my shirt covered in vomit, a towel slung over it, my baby passed out on top of me. It's here, in this stinky, weak, trembling moment that I see God answering my prayers.

The night terrors seem to be at bay because of her cough constantly stirring her. I was getting scared to go to bed because it kept sounding like she was choking. God kept me awake frustrated by the Internet connection, and I heard the small gargle that sent me running across the room. I realized she was choking and picked her up and patted her back, relieved as she threw up on me because she was breathing.

Now fast asleep in my arms, propped up and breathing easier, I feel I can breathe again. We're not out of the woods. But I see God's hand and it gives me peace and confidence for the battle ahead.

"Three times I pleaded with the Lord about this, that it should leave me. But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong." 2 Corinthians 12:8-10