I woke up this morning and once again I remembered, I am not sick. Once again I realized how important it is (and, sometimes, how difficult) to be as aware of our blessings in this life as we are of our problems. It is one of the advantages of asthma, I always think, that it can alternate you between sickness and health quickly enough for you to remember what it was like to be sick when you are well, what it was like to be well when you are sick. In this it is unlike any chronic condition I know of.
I was sick for several weeks in September and October, this time not suddenly but in a long slow decline. Then, with a little help from my friends (thank you Neal Rogers!) I turned the corner, but it was a long slow climb back. That length of the pattern this time made it a little harder than usual to remember. So now once in a while I awaken — in more sense of the word than one! — and realizer that I am taking for granted the fact that breath comes easily, and sleep, and true rest.
I wouldn’t post this here if I didn’t think that in some sense or another it must be true for us all. We don’t all have asthma, any more than we all have any particular difficulty, but, as my father’s mother used to say, “everybody rides the mule.” That is, we all have something to contend with. But we all have reason to rejoice, as well, probably more reason than we are usually aware of.