Recently the boys and I were driving to the park, discussing angels. Lane fell asleep before we got to the playground, so I drove around taking photographs, while James fished in my purse for a mint.
He popped the mint into his mouth and then grabbed his throat. “Grandma, I’m choking,” he whispered in distress.
“Dear God, help us!” I said, grabbing James around the waist and hauling him out of the car. I remember quickly glancing around the park assessing the people — like someone in a medical uniform was going to be standing by.
In the next instant, I performed something akin to the Heimlich maneuver and out popped the mint. James and I stood staring at the object of distress for several long moments before climbing back into the vehicle.
Tears welled up in James’ eyes. Hugging him, I said, “It’s okay, buddy. We called on Jesus and he helped us. We’re all right now.”
I’ve learned that my first and best response is to call on the LORD!
“In my distress I called upon the Lord; to my God I called. From his temple he heard my voice, and my cry came to his ears.” 2 Samuel 22:7
