Lungs ache from lack of air. The mind starts to fog over. Survival instincts kick in - the arms and legs thrash, seeking a way to the surface ... any way. Panic grabs the throat.
Breathing is essential. Out. In. Again. Involuntary.
Someone - I forget who - likened prayer to spiritual breathing once. I like that analogy. Out with the bad air. In with the good. Constant, life-giving air. Prayer. The oxygen of the spirit.
I think that if I were to have a new year's resolution it might be this... to make prayer - conversation with God - as automatic as breathing.
Regardless of the circumstances, to lift up every moment to Him, in gratitude or in doubt, to tell Him everything - and listen for His response.
I wonder - I just wonder what might happen. How my everyday life would change. Where that conversation might lead me. What new depths in Him I might plumb. Who might cross my path - or whose path I might be led to cross.
Only He knows.
Breathing is essential. Out. In. Again. Involuntary.
Someone - I forget who - likened prayer to spiritual breathing once. I like that analogy. Out with the bad air. In with the good. Constant, life-giving air. Prayer. The oxygen of the spirit.
I think that if I were to have a new year's resolution it might be this... to make prayer - conversation with God - as automatic as breathing.
Regardless of the circumstances, to lift up every moment to Him, in gratitude or in doubt, to tell Him everything - and listen for His response.
I wonder - I just wonder what might happen. How my everyday life would change. Where that conversation might lead me. What new depths in Him I might plumb. Who might cross my path - or whose path I might be led to cross.
Only He knows.
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