Deep Breath.Some days it hurts to. Some days I can't seem to find the air. Surrounded by obligations and expectations from others and myself.
Then there are days when I feel I've taken too many. I feel selfish. As if others knew I was taking a breath they would judge me. But who cares, you ask? Unfortunately I do, most of the time. I know I shouldn't, but it's just fact.
Then there is the Breath of God. Blowing over me like the refreshing breeze of spring. Calming all my fears. Releasing all my anxiety. Relieving me of all my stress. Thank You Lord for your Breath of Life! In those moments I can do all things. I can attack my day. I can overcome my doubts. I can check off everything on my list.
And life starts over. Again in the cycle of support and strength, that eventually dwindles to weakness. Until once again....
Deep Breath.
Deep Breath.
Peace.
Calm.
Deep Breath.
Deep Breath.
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1 comments:
I feel the same way so much. Maybe in our deap breath we remember who is is that gives us breath.
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