Breathe is something I’ve had to remind myself to do lately.
Deep breathing.
Drawing in slow, intentional air into my lungs, letting it sit there, held for a few seconds, then spewing it out in a controlled huff actually lowers my heart rate and brings me back to the present moment.
Some people may call it mindfulness.
I call it asking Jesus to breathe for me and in me.
I’ve had to do that many times in grieving the death of my 34 year old daughter over the last 2 years.
Just ask Him to breathe for me.
Literally.
And He did.
And He does.
His breath in my lungs not only gives me life in the natural, but continues to be my air, my life, my everything.
Breathe Him deep, friend.
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