Today was the scariest day of my life to date. I went to check on my 10 week old daughter to make sure she was ok, after having put her on my mom's bed for a nap. For whatever reason, somehow on this day, she had wedged her face into a crevice, facedown, in the blanket and could not get air. I don't know how long she had been struggling, but by the time I got to her, she was half concious and her body was too weak to struggle. I picked her up and panicked. I didn't know if I was too late or if she would be ok. My first thought was to put her under cold water to induce crying since I couldn't get her to cry. She was just breathing so hard. After about a minute of sheer terror, she cried (before I could get her in water). I spent the rest of the morning crying and praying, thanking God, once again, for his amazing grace on her precious, little life. You see, I have put her down on this same bed, the same way, dozens of times and she has had no problems. In the past, I have not come to check on her until my mother calls me with her wake up call. Today, I just felt like checking. I am not sure anyone could disagree that the Spirit of God prompted me to go. I will never forget the look on her face, trying to get her to open her eyes and cry, gasping for air. Jesus, thank you that you author life and preserve it, according to your will, and that on this day, you chose life for my little girl. I don't think I'll know just how close we came to devestation until Heaven.
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