It’s that chill inching up your back, that voice that you thought you heard in a crowded room, that unbelievably peaceful feeling that forces your breath out … nice and slow.
Social media can’t do it, the news can’t do it, shopping in a favorite store can’t do it, Netflix can’t do it either.
It’s the little, unexpected moments, feelings, breaths that remind us that we are not, not ever, alone. That there is a presence so grand, so intimately aware of … us. It stalks us, hunts us like a hound, embraces us like a loving father, yet whispers to us like an intimate lover.
In the midst of the most busy public place, the most chaotic arsenic hour before a family dinner, in the most turbulent moments of a day, the hairs in our ears bend and sway with the breath of the breather of our life, whispering to our souls …
I am here
You are not alone
You are mine
You were made with a purpose
and I love you
Just the hint of his presence, made known to only us, in his own timing, gives us hope, confidence and a sense of what has been called a hedge of protection … all around us.
A number of years ago a friend introduced me to a song, on a not so good, chaos-filled day. Though I couldn’t hear the words of it, without my emotions pouring down my cheeks, I listened to it over and over as I was reminded to breathe … to inhale to my lungs capacity, then to exhale completely … as though my life depended on it.
Since then, at various times of craziness, I will be spinning myself into a tizzy and hear the words “breathe, just breathe” and I will be reminded that the giver of my very breath is whispering to my soul through this song …
and my life begins again.
“And the LORD God …
breathed into him the breath of life;
and man … the woman,
became a living soul.”
Genesis 2:7
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