Ever had to deal with one of these before? For those who might not know, it's an asthma inhaler with an additional piece that lets you hold the mask over your toddler's face so he can breathe in the medicine. The doctors make this sound like it should be completely easy and painless. The toddler, on the other hand, thinks you're trying to kill him, evidently.
My son was diagnosed on Wednesday morning with Croup. I didn't even know that disease was still around. All my life, it's been in the historical romances I read, back in the 1800s. They would always hold the child's head over a bowl of steaming water until the coughing stopped. It didn't even cross my mind that it could be something like that when he was coughing all night long. I thought it was allergies exacerbating his asthma. Evidently, Croup is a virus very much alive and it also exacerbates asthma. So, we learned how to use this device, much to my son's chagrin. As he was fighting me while I held the mask over his sweet little face, I got almost as frustrated as he was. After all, this medicine was going to help him breathe easier. Why wouldn't he let me help him feel better? Is this how God feels whenever I continue to not let Him help me with something? "Help me, God, with x-y-z, please and thank you very much." And then I go on as if He won't, continuing to worry about it or try to fix it myself. And He's probably sitting up there, wishing I would let Him do for me what would help. What about you? Do you have your own personal asthma mask that you're not letting God hold over your face to help you breathe?
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