Oh give thanks unto the Lord for He is good and His mercy endureth forever.
Psalm 136:1

Bronchial Asthma Having acute bronchial asthma as a child caused me to feel so different than the other kids. I had the same desires as other children but could participate in very few physical activities. I could play sometimes, but my life was on hold many days and nights while I fought for and savored every breath I took. My parents were christians and had much faith. They believed that healing came directly through prayer so and I was not taken to emergency when I would have an attack, nor did they take me to a doctor. I remember when I was about 16 years old I had a very bad attack and the Elders of the church were called on to pray. There had to have been at least ten prayer warriors around my bed. Every breath was a struggle. My prayer was, "Lord please release me from such anguish". He did just that and took my breath away. It was such a wonderful experience to hover above and see myself at peace. Then there was silence. About that time I heard my mom sobbing and asking me to come back. She kept telling the Lord, "Not yet Lord!, Not yet!" He heard my mother and suddenly I began to breathe again, normally. I could here all of the Thank you Jesus's and Hallelujahs. I finally opened my eyes. I was back from that peaceful place, not too happy about it then but later I decided it was OK. However it did not end there. Missing school seemed like a favorite past-time of mine. I can remember my teachers sending my school work to me and putting in extra hours to keep me up to date. About three weeks before graduation I had a exceptionally bad asthma attack. Didn't seem I would pull out of this one either. I really wanted to make it through this one because I wanted to walk down that isle after working so hard. My graduation was one of the highlights of my parents life, since I was their first born. Well I did it. I could barely make it down the isle and on my way back I collapsed in my moms arms. That was just fine though because I had that little piece of paper with the ribbon tied around it. It took years of hard work and asthma attacks to accomplish it but it was done. And I even graduated with a "B" average. "Thank you Lord!" I had many asthma attacks during the next few years. My aunt introduced me to doctors, hospitals, respirators and etc. In a way it seemed better but I always found myself praying and asking the Lord if he could just give me enough strength to breathe without respirators, tubes, needles, atomizers and all the other hospital fanfare. One thing I always thanked God for, no matter how sick I got was my dads undying, unconditional love, his caring and his support. He made me feel so special in spite of the fact that I was different. I was his Rosie baby. My dads gone on to be with Jesus now but I want to say, "Thank you Daddy. I won't ever forget". "Praise Report" Well, Praise Jesus from on high! YES!!, you are right. I AM HEALED!! I have not had an asthma attack for a number of years now. No medication, no trips back and forth to the hospital. HALLELUJAH!! And while it is a little late for some of those things I wanted to do as a child, I CAN breathe, even at night. My allergies kick up every now and then but do I complain? Absolutely not. Thank you Lord for being so good to me and for giving me the breath of life. I will always praise you. Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, O my soul! While I live I will praise the Lord; I will sing praises to my God while I have my being. Psalm 146::1-2 Lord you just keep doing great things for me. I don't deserve it but yet I am blessed.

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