Sometimes breathing is more than just the in and out.Sometimes it takes an extra push and few moments of intention.
I sat on our gray, stripy couch with my bible, iPad, journal, pencil and a chocolate-kale-banana-strawberry smoothie. I felt it in my soul…the restless. The rush. The anxious.
So I started to settle in for the battle. I took my deep breath and tried to pull myself together…but something stopped me mid-breath.
I’ve tried this before. I’ve tried this hunch my shoulders and force myself to breathe in His presence and it rarely works.
My eyes wandered to the window, where sunlight began to stream in. And I knew…
The pushing through isn’t bad, but I have to breathe through the pushing.
I don’t have enough muscle to force my heart to settle, but I have a God Who’s tender touch is more than enough to soften my anxious heart.
So I grabbed my books and my smoothie and headed down stairs to the little metal table in our tiny parking pad. And surrounded by the grace of His sunshine, I prayed to slow the anxious thumping of my heart. And by His grace, I sweated and breathed and rested through those sunny minutes with Him.
Sometimes, you have to get up and sit somewhere else to see things differently…to see that sitting in the light of His grace is more important than all the things weighing heavy on your mind. Sometimes, you have to force your feet to move somewhere else and pray your heart will do the same…you have to pray in the breathing.