Last week as I struggled to breathe, I must confess that I was fearful. All kinds of doubts assailed me. The problem with growing up as an asthmatic is that I have learned all of the things that can go wrong and when I should head to the hospital. Once I was diagnosed with Influenza B, I knew I had to start my breathing treatments because this virus attacks the respiratory system. So I did…but I didn’t get better. I was up most of every night coughing and doing breathing treatments every couple of hours as I wheezed my way through the nights. After four days of that, I returned to my doctor, was diagnosed with bronchitis and received antibiotics and steroids. Praise God for a doctor who listened to my lungs and was not afraid to approach me! Anyway, I have not gotten better right away. It’s. a process, but God has constantly reassured me that He has not left me and since He gave me the breath of life to begin with, I can depend on Him to continue to help me breathe until He calls me home. This verse today in my devotional is a reminder of where I was last week and where I am now. Still coughing a little, still using breathing treatments several times a day, but so thankful that God has not abandoned me and for His promise that He will always be with me.