I went to fellowship today – the early morning drive went smoothly.
I was feeling pretty good; there was a lot of pollen in the air when I walked to the car, so I used my inhaler to keep my lungs from seizing up. Then I drove to Baker’s Corner to top the gas tank off (just habit; Bob always kept the tank full, ‘just in case’ 😉), and grabbed a quick breakfast casserole to eat once I reached my destination … as well as a canned coffee drink (I didn’t have time to make a cup at home).
When I arrived at the fellowship building, I was early, so I ate my casserole and finished off the canned drink.
I was inside the building for about 5-10 minutes: and had to leave because I could feel a fit of coughing coming on – I was in full-blown asthma mode; and it surprised me because I had used my inhaler before I pulled out of the carport at home.
Synchronization with creation was out of step ☹
The asthma attack was severe enough to override the albuterol inhaler – it’s a new inhaler, so it should have been potent enough to hold the attack at bay.
The onset was confusing.
It was uncomfortable: I was struggling to breathe, my heart rate was accelerating with the constraining struggle, and it refused to be controlled.
It was frustrating to experience solo lobo.
I missed Bob’s presence.
I trusted Yeshua’s presence.
It could have been triggered by the May Day Bouquet I received yesterday, the visible pollen in the air – or by the caffeinated canned drink … or by the combination of the 3 together; there’s no way to know what brought it into play.
I was calmly contemplating my mortality.
In a parking lot – counties from home.
While I was sitting in the car hoping to regain strength to make the drive back home; the pastor came out and asked if I was okay. I said I have asthma and had used my inhaler; but I was coughing as my lungs tried to settle down, and I didn’t want to alarm anyone who was concerned about covid. He said that no one would be concerned – and I was welcome to sit in the sitting room, off the foyer, and listen to the message … and cough if I needed to … without concerns being raised.
I was thankful!
This morning was Communion morning – I wanted to participate 😊
The last time I had partaken of Communion was with Bob 4 years ago, at our Messianic Fellowship in Vancouver.
I have been missing it.
And, this morning, Elohei was mercifully faithful.
After fellowship, I took the short way home instead of going the long loop route. Passing through Rosburg, I saw a sign advertising a fundraiser lunch at the Rosburg Hall: so, I nipped in there.
I like lasagna; and I was hungry.
I like County Fairs; and don’t mind helping to keep the tradition alive and kicking, for the upcoming generation.
I don’t recall ever having seen bull riders at the Wahkiakum Fair: it sounds interesting.
While there, Aunt Frieda and Uncle John walked through the door … and we enjoyed a good 2 hour companiable convo with hugs, kisses, laughter, joking with each other, and catching up all around 😉
I am sure Bob was smiling, if he was watching us.
And the asthma settled down enough to enjoy the visit.
But it is still lingering, and making my chest ache.
THERE IS NO CURE FOR ASTHMA. Asthma can be controlled - but there is no cure.
I have talked to Elohim about it.
I have prayed about it.
I keep an inhaler on hand – I used it several times today.
I have entrusted my life to
Yeshua.
Whatever happens … happens.
I have been ready to go Home since 1965.
I am not flip with my life; I respect life.
I understand seriousness of situations.
And I trust Yeshua 100% with my life.
Whatever will be; will be.
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