My 18-month old son, Israel, was sitting in his booster seat at the table while I began preparing a craft project for my children. As I turned my back, he fell out of his seat, landing pretty hard on the floor. He cried, and I ran to pick him up but he became stiff. I thought maybe I had picked him up too quickly because he seemed paralyzed.
My baby wasn’t breathing! Scrambling to find my phone, I rehearsed the number. 1-1-9. Pull yourself together. Focus.
“9-1–1. What’s your emergency?”
“My child fell and he’s not breathing!”
She asked if I knew CPR. I put my hand on my son’s chest and just said, “Jesus. Jesus. Jesus!” Israel began breathing!
All praise and glory goes to my God who is able, even when I didn’t have the words to pray. Jesus met me where I was, and He gave breath back into my son’s lungs!