Someone gave me this framed picture not too long ago that said one word - "Breathe." I cannot remember when I started holding my breath. I did not realize I wasn't breathing. How did she know? It was as if holding my breath made time stop...put me in a place of control...allowed me to escape the 'now' of the moment. None of those things happened. So I began to breathe deeply. I breathe. So simple.
When God made man, He breathed life into him.
Genesis 2:5-7 When no bush of the field was yet in the land and no small plant of the field had yet sprung up- for the LORD God had not caused it to rain on the land, and there was no man to work the ground,
6 and a mist was going up from the land and was watering the whole face of the ground-
7 then the LORD God formed the man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living creature.
John 20:21-22 Jesus said to them again, "Peace be with you. As the Father has sent me, even so I am sending you."
22 And when he had said this, he breathed on them and said to them, "Receive the Holy Spirit."
Breathing is good and it was and is a direct gift from God. Jesus breathed the Spirit onto man. So, I will quit holding my breath. It's ungrateful and unproductive. I am going to breathe, be grateful, and get busy.
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