While babysitting for my two wonderful granddaughters last summer, about midafternoon I found myself sitting on the floor breathing with great difficulty.
I told the three-year-old and the five-year-old that I couldn’t continue playing Candyland. I tried to get my breath naturally, but I found myself almost gasping for air. My nose passage also seemed to be closing up. I was fearful! I let in thoughts of possibly passing on if I couldn’t get my breath. That was when I called my husband in from outside, where he was on the riding lawn mower, and told him to take care of the girls. I went into my bedroom, feeling distraught that this was happening to me. I couldn’t even get into bed and felt I needed to just kneel beside it.
There was no question in my mind that I had to take a stand immediately—so I began saying softly in prayer what I knew to be true. What came to me was an idea someone shared with me once: breathe in spiritual
understanding and breathe out demonstration. I always loved that, and now it was in the forefront of my thought. A verse from a hymn in the Christian Science Hymnal says it all:
