HIS NAME IS JESUS 7-29-16

- July 29, 2016

I am so, so, so congested.
I am not feeling well, respiratory wise and have been spending most of my time in my apt, because I have not been feeling well..
I live with these medical illnesses: COPD, respiratory failure, asthma, a paralysed diaphragm of my lung, diastolic congestive heart failure and other troublesome medical issues.
In other words, it doesn't take much for me to get critically ill.
I am prescribed a wide range of breathing paraphernalia.
Supplemental oxygen, nebulizer treatments, pills, inhalers, spirometer, the flutter device are some of the treatments I use to maintain respiratory stability.
It's when I have trouble breathing, these acute events are the scariest, scarier that I, or anyone, could ever experience.
I spend a lot of time alone and I, with this time, think a lot.
Maybe too much!
I also pray a lot.
My conversations with my Savior are like talking to a Friend, Father, Mentor and Teacher, covering a wide range of topics.
My prayers can be prayers of gratitude for my food, to praise as I see that magnificent tree with purple flowers outside my living room window to an answer to my prayers, as I get visits from my family and friends.
I'm very, very grateful for these visits, as I do feel alone a lot, facing such serious, life threatening illnesses.
I voice even more prayers to my God, as I live through my day.
It's like, I'm not alone in this at all.
I have someone going through this scarey, scarey stuff with me.
His Name is Jesus!
Evelyn Pinto
July 29, 2016