Guest Post: A Covid Moment – Catching My Breath

I’ve known my friend Grace for many years, and we’ve walked through some rough times (and some good times!) together.  I couldn’t be prouder of the Christ-lover, wife, mother, and professional woman she has become, and I love her like one of my own.  She has overcome obstacles and has been an inspiration to many. She inspires me, and when you read this post, you’ll  see why. Grace lived the summer we all dreaded –  she was infected with Covid-19. Below are some of the thoughts and perspectives that got her through. 

Welcome to Seriously Girl, Grace!

Love,
Gigi

When I had Covid this summer, there were a few nights I dreaded the sound of a completely silent home while I sat in the darkness of my lonely room. 

Catching my breath. I waited. I was told by the Covid team if my lips or face were to turn blue, I was to go to the ER. 

So, I would look on my phone and take a selfie. Was I blue? Then my breath would come back. Uncertainty coupled with fear coated me like mud. Yet in my muddy dark thoughts I was reminded of a Psalm:

Let everything that hath breath praise the Lord.

This began a new convo with God. Talking about breath. I offered praise with my little breath, with my big breath, even with a staggered breath. Then it began…

Breath was given when new doctors encouraged me and talked me off of my ledge.

Breath was given when my church, family and friends dropped off meals on our front step.

Breath was given when family & friends texted and called.

Breath was given when groceries were left on our porch.

Breath was given when cards greeted me.

Breath was given when my family was spared and my husband Chris was a freaking warrior –  working, caring for three kids and sleeping on the couch.

Covid has been such a weird time yet I find myself incredibly thankful for all of the ways I’ve experienced God’s love even in the tears and the long nights. And I’m thankful for everyone who prayed and helped in so many ways. 

With every breath I praised.

Love,
Grace

Psalm 150

Praise the Lord.
Praise God in his sanctuary;
    praise him in his mighty heavens.
Praise him for his acts of power;
    praise him for his surpassing greatness.
Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet,
    praise him with the harp and lyre,
praise him with timbrel and dancing,
    praise him with the strings and pipe,
praise him with the clash of cymbals,
    praise him with resounding cymbals.
Let everything that has breath praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord.
(NIV)

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