Breath of God
Coming down
Filling up
My lungs
Till
I can breathe
Again.

You hold me together.
You hold me close.

Weak and rag-taggled,
A floppy collection
Of bones and thoughts
So needy
Yet straining to be
So strong.

Breathe of Heaven,
Relieve the fear
Of all the unknowns,
Of all the pain.

It’s hard to succumb
To mystery
Cause we are ever curious.
Ever thirsting
For omnipotence.
It’s hard to lean into God
When we are continually searching
For better options that
Distract us
From true,
Lasting comfort.

 

We need you.
We depend on You
In the unknown,
And we find relief
In faith,
In waiting,
In letting go,
In embracing
A mysterious,
But always loving
God.

I repent of my reckless need
To know.
I turn from my anxious circles
That fail me.
I look up.

“My dear child.
I am the same,
Yesterday, today and forever.
I fill you with the assurance
Of my nearness.
Here, now.
It’s all going to be ok
Cause I’m holding you.
Let me.

 
Let me carry you.
And experience
Joy,
Experience peace,
Experience hope,
Experience Me
In you,
Carrying you,
Loving you
Right on through.
I am right here.
Love, Papa.”