My breath goes out, slowly, evenly.
Then it comes in. Fresh air replaces the stale. My body is nourished, fed.
I work harder. The breath goes out of me more quickly.
Then it comes in more quickly. As fast as my body converts oxygen to carbon dioxide, it reaches for more.
That is the way of things.
That is the way of all things. Body, soul, spirit.
The soul needs replenishing as well. I feed it with solitude, rejuvenate it with music, let it drink the pure, clean water of watching a kitten at play or a butterfly emerging from its chrysallis.
The spirit - that tiny spark - takes up the most room.
The unseen needs the most nourishment of all. Like the body, it needs breath.
The breath of God.
Within, surrounding me, breathing with me, in me.
Here, right here, as close as breath, as close as my heart-beat. I don't have to think about it. It just is. He just is. I breathe Him in. It is natural to my new creation's spirit-lungs.
I don't have to call down His presence. He's already here. I don't have to beg for Him to come. He's been here all along; he has done it all. I don't need to strain with intensity for Him to do my bidding. It isn't like that. We are friends. I like to be with Him He is more than willing to hear my heart. He is FOR me. He is here. With me.
His presence is here. Here, and now. In this moment, in this millisecond and in every millisecond all at once.
I don't have to wait. I don't have to wash up. I don't have to perform. He is instant, constant, persistent. He is now. Right here, right now.
He "gets" me. He made me and He understands what makes me tick. His presence refreshes me. Words aren't even necessary - though if I want to say them, He will not object. He hears my heart before I even know my thoughts.
I breathe Him in. He sings over me.
Then it comes in. Fresh air replaces the stale. My body is nourished, fed.
I work harder. The breath goes out of me more quickly.
Then it comes in more quickly. As fast as my body converts oxygen to carbon dioxide, it reaches for more.
That is the way of things.
That is the way of all things. Body, soul, spirit.
The soul needs replenishing as well. I feed it with solitude, rejuvenate it with music, let it drink the pure, clean water of watching a kitten at play or a butterfly emerging from its chrysallis.
The spirit - that tiny spark - takes up the most room.
The unseen needs the most nourishment of all. Like the body, it needs breath.
The breath of God.
Within, surrounding me, breathing with me, in me.
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I don't have to call down His presence. He's already here. I don't have to beg for Him to come. He's been here all along; he has done it all. I don't need to strain with intensity for Him to do my bidding. It isn't like that. We are friends. I like to be with Him He is more than willing to hear my heart. He is FOR me. He is here. With me.
His presence is here. Here, and now. In this moment, in this millisecond and in every millisecond all at once.
I don't have to wait. I don't have to wash up. I don't have to perform. He is instant, constant, persistent. He is now. Right here, right now.
He "gets" me. He made me and He understands what makes me tick. His presence refreshes me. Words aren't even necessary - though if I want to say them, He will not object. He hears my heart before I even know my thoughts.
I breathe Him in. He sings over me.
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