As my two youngest kids gasped and wheezed through RSV-infected lungs Saturday night, I wished that I could breathe for them.  As any mother would, I longed to take away the pain and discomfort of my little children.  

And then my thoughts were turned to Someone who undoubtedly knew exactly how I felt . . . who loved ME enough to suffer unexplicable pain on my behalf. And as this thought came to my mind, peace came to my heart, and I was comforted to know that even in the dark of that frightening night, I was not alone.