Breathe! Awake and Live!

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When I came out of surgery, I came out fighting. They kept giving me more and more Dilaudid (Oxycodone type drug) until finally, I stopped breathing. The nurse, along with my husband and sister, kept shaking me and repeating, “Breathe Bonnie (Tekoa)! Breathe!” I would jolt and gasp like a person who had been under water for a very long time. I would awake with ice in my mouth, coughing and spurting to come back from the anesthesia and the drugs to stop the pain. Again, I’d hear, “Wake-up Bonnie (Tekoa)!” Each jolt would remind me that I was still here. I’d grasp my face with my hands in Edvard Munch fashion.
It’s sort of the same when we are depressed and hurting. When a person is depressed nothing is funny. Nothing has life. No song or laughter can bring you out of it. No funny movie, no beautiful painted sky–no amount of food or sex, or recognition or people showering you with their love can heal it. No money. No lover. No fame. No job promotion. No new shiny material object. Just empty spaces and a huge space that faintly beats under water.

In that darkest hour, we desperately need people to jolt us and shake us and tell us to breathe! “Wake-up Bonnie!” I can still hear my sister’s voice. My husband said the nurse told him they could wait in the waiting area until they took me to my room, but he said no, I want to see her now. The nurse had threatened to restrain me because apparently, I was thrashing. Crashing. When my husband and sister showed up they took over caring for me.
Coming out of a coma type state in the natural and the spiritual requires a team of resuscitators and oxygen. We all need people to fight for us.
Depression equals a person who feels like a giant blob that’s filled with pain and bleeding. People try and touch you, but it hurts. You look in the mirror and see no worth or reason to try. The voices are loud. They scream failure, loser, nobody, zero, fat, ugly, stupid, and worse. The pain and the voices make you thirsty for any type of medicine that numbs you. You do not want to come up for air or look in the mirror. You do not want to reflect on your wasted existence. You just want to check-out.
Jesus/ Yeshua said we should love our neighbor as we love ourselves. We need to dive up for air and pray for His healing touch. Sometimes it’s instant and the demons flee. Sometimes it takes weeks, years even to begin to wash the stained dirty skin and pat yourself dry, add the soothing creams, scented lotions, and powders. It takes time to find the energy to lie on a crisp clean sheet and hold yourself because everyone else’s fingers from this moment in time have bruised you, set you on fire or pained you to a point that you have welded gates of iron. You hide behind walls and become skittish around those you don’t trust. Which is everyone?
One morning you wake up and stare into the looking glass and you realize you do not even know the person staring back at you! You ask yourself a question.
“Who am I?”
“Why was I created?”
“Who will clean my teeth, my face, my fingernails if not me?
“Who will be there when they shovel dirt on my bones and whose life can my dirty hands hold?”
“Can the one who spoke it all and formed me in the womb speak to me while I am so distraught and blue?”
Breathe! Awake! Detox! Heal! Become who you were created to be. I’m shaking you now and I am screaming, “BREATHE!”
Didn’t all the great ones retort with pitiful pleas? Awe, Ruth, a woman my mother named me after. Listen to her words.
“At this, she bowed down with her face to the ground. She asked him, “Why have I found such favor in your eyes that you notice me–a foreigner?” Ruth 2:10. Notice her? The whole town had noticed her, including this wealthy land owner. Let’s look at few others and listen to their faithless voices.

“But Lord,” Gideon replied, “how can I rescue Israel? My clan is the weakest in the whole tribe of Manasseh, and I am the least in my entire family!” Judges 6:15.
But Moses said to God, “Who am I that I should go to Pharaoh and bring the Israelites out of Egypt?” Exodus 3:11.

But David said to Saul, “Who am I, and what is my life or my father’s family in Israel, that I should be the king’s son-in-law?” 1 Samuel 18:18.
Awe, but of course. Ultimately they rise and their voices are heard.
On day two of my hospital stay, a nurse came in and yanked my oxygen hose from my nose and said, “You don’t need this!” She was gruff and didn’t smile like the previous gal. She said we will be back to remove your catheter. Then afterward when I felt the urge to go on my own I rang my call light but was unable to make it several times until they finally brought a bedside commode and by the next day I was able to make it to the restroom. Sometimes our cheerleaders are rough and rigid. At times they may even seem cruel, but I assure you they may be just what the doctor ordered to get you alert and awake.
To all my friends out there who have been in a funk, broken, bruised, hurting, unable to breathe on your own, I ask you to go stand in front of the mirror and repeat after me. “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” Psalms 139:14.
And Breathe!

2 thoughts on “Breathe! Awake and Live!

  1. Excellent!! I’m sorry you went through all that, but you are certainly making the best of it by sharing with others the importance of never giving up, and of helping others in despair to not give up.

    When we give up on ourselves, it is very much if not exactly like, giving up on the Lord God!

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