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I have been a Christian since I was about 10 years of age. I am now 42 and my husband and I are blessed with four beautiful children. While preparing Thanksgiving dinner, I was reminded of all I have to be thankful for. “Tears of joy flooded my soul”… All four of our children have had brushes with death. In each instance, there was a calming assurance that I had to trust in God and that Jesus was by my side. As a mother, sometime it seems you have to be real strong. I could not do it except based on my faith in Jesus that grows continually each and every day through our security and reassurance of prayer. One instance that I wish to share involves my now three year old. She was old enough to sit up at the table and join in a family meal. She had a few teeth and so she could eat a variety of foods we would eat. One night we had company and we had served soft tacos, (this includes a soft flour tortilla). I had broken up small pieces for her and she was enjoying the tortilla until we realized she was choking. She has a problem with “involuntary breath-holding” as well. When she began choking and we started reacting as we did, she started losing her breath. I turned her upside down and tried to do all the choking procedures I could remember, my husband even ran his finger down her throat…. no response. She had gone limp and she was blue. When they are choking and they also lose their breath you do not know how to react: “Do you wait for them to catch their breath or are they still choking?” It makes me sick to even recall the way she looked in my memory. I told my husband to call 911(emergency number) to remind us of a few of the choking procedures. I took her and walked out the front door with this limp body. I honestly felt like we had lost her. I had never felt such helplessness. I wanted to run with her, but where to? How could anyone possible respond quickly enough for this dying child? We live in a rural community that is 20 miles from a hospital. Our friend that was there for supper had followed me out the front door… and I asked him: “What do I do now?” He did not know either. All the while I was praying… and I once again uttered a prayer and asked Jesus to have mercy on my child…. to please help us… I walked back in the house and I laid her limp body down on the floor while I could hear my husband on the phone…. The next thing I knew, she took a deep breath. I rejoiced and cried out in praises. I do not feel it was anything we did; I just simply believe God blew breath back into her dying body. I knew I had tried all that I had remembered to do…. and so had my husband… This proves that Jesus comes and takes over where we leave off… He is sufficient! As I watch my three year old get into everything and demand so much of my time, I am constantly reminded….in a short breath she or any of my children could be eternally gone. Thank you Jesus for allowing me to share a little more time with my precious child named Choyce. Click HERE to return to the edited story Click HERE to create a banner that links to this story! Your e-mail address will be kept private!
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