Minutes turned into hours. Hours into days. Days into weeks. Each moment, each second I become more grateful that I am alive.
Urgent. There is such an urgency now. An urgency to breathe, to live, to laugh, to love. Catching my breath after minutes turned into hours. Hours into days. Days into weeks. Not being just another number, but rather a person. Having nurses and doctors who stepped up and beyond when things got tough. Having a doctor who reminds me of my faith when I can't find the air and the room is spinning. My heart coming through my chest suddenly slows to a pace of a great athlete. Imagine. Me, a great athlete. Wanting to run, to feel my legs stretch out in front of me. Walking with no fear of falling. Late night phone calls with my pastor intensely praying over my life. Crying out to God from a hospital room. Asking and then receiving. Laying in bed on a lazy Saturday afternoon with my daughter and holding her close. Smelling of her hair and hearing her sweet laugh. Knowing there is nothing more precious in life than that moment. Those moments. These moments. Moments I still have.
Throwing my self down before my King. Bowing at awe of His majesty. Knowing the mountain will move and watching Him stretch out His hand from the heavens to push it to the side. Scooping me up along the way to carry me when I can't walk. Breathing for me. In and out. In and out. The overwhelming feeling to know my savior. To feel His undeniable love surround me and His peace to fall over me. Oh sweet Father, I am so not worthy. Your blessings fall on me in blankets. Today I weep for the love you have shown me in these weeks. Weeks that were days. Days that were hours. Hours that started as minutes. Thank you God. Thank you God. Thank you God.