Chatting with Jesus
Monday, March 17, 2025
Lord, I remember my helpless condition. Stricken by the COVID-19 virus, I lay in the hospital bed, unaware of what day it was, or whether it was night or day. I remained there, just you and me, Jesus. I loved our conversations. Although my condition appeared bleak, our time together was sweet. This relentless virus attacked me in January, and aside from doctor visits and a quick run into Walmart, I remained isolated from the public until July.
Faithful family and friends offered prayers on my behalf. Lord, you answered our prayers, and although my lungs were weak, I recovered from COVID-19.
You had a heavenly surprise when I returned to in-person church services. For me, the songs we sang that morning held personal meaning. We worshipped you, Lord, singing “Great Are You Lord,” praising you for giving us your breath in our lungs, so we will exalt your greatness and mercy.
I heard your Spirit whispering to my inner man, “My child, the breath in your lungs is on loan from me. Because your breath belongs to Me, and I spared your life to fulfill my plan, you should never have cause for complaint or grumbling.”
Lord, may I honor you always with your breath inside me. Help me bless others, speak encouragement, and exhort Christ followers to never give up, but keep pressing in until they reach their God-given goal. Do not let my near-fatal bout with COVID-19 be in vain, but may my story show others your goodness. Use my story to point people to you, increase your kingdom here, and spread your love.
We are confident of your faithfulness. Your mercies begin anew every morning. Amen, Jesus.