A week filled with triggers and failures and waiting can make anyone want to lose their cool and enter into the no-man’s land of mood disorders, and if one more person asked me to calm down and just breathe, well, I just couldn’t account for the consequences.
There was chaos. Worries. Exhaustion. Tippy lids and wayward spatulas and myriad decisions without answers, last-minute prayers that felt like whining defeat instead of hopeful expectation.
And when one looks back it’s been months, not weeks.
It’s enough to make one crumple in a heap and hope the ground swallows you up for good.
But then I place myself wearily and hungrily in His presence.
Why did I wait so long?
And the welcome, soothing, and resurrection-filled breath of the Father flows in, fills up these depleted lungs and life, and the impossible-miraculous-wholeness takes over.
I see it in my mind’s eye, like a limp forgotten balloon being filled up and instantly ready to fly.
I take another delicious breathe in His shadow of mercy and grace and have to thank and praise Him.
How does that beautiful lyric go?
“It’s Your breath. In my lungs.”
And I hear Him respond to this wobbly daughters-heart:
“Just breathe, beloved. Just breathe.”
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