I've been rather asthmatic for the past few days. I breathe all right until I either talk too much or do too much (which is actually very little) physical activity. Then the tightness develops in my lungs and brochials and the cough begins trying to open the airways.
Since I was teaching Sunday School this morning, I was concerned. It meant an hour of talking a lot. The lesson, unfortunately, was not the kind where I could throw out a question and let the class do all the talking. What would I do if the asthma kicked up in class and I could not talk and started coughing?
Well, God's grace covered that eventuality.
The class went fine.
But, when class was over and I was sitting in the church service, my breathing became more and more difficult. Finally, I told my daughter I should leave. I hate being that person that coughs all through the meeting, being a nuisance to everyone else.
So, while I should still be in church, here I am at home.
I'm going to go do a breathing treatment now.
But isn't our God great, to show his grace in such a way?! A teacher in a small class, in a small church, in a small town, and He sees the difficulty and takes care of it for the needed time.