You are trying to hold your world together while you yourself seem to be hanging on by a thread.
The knot you made at the end of your rope has started to unravel and you honestly do not know how much more you can take.
Take a deep breath. Exhale. And take another. Right now that is what is needed.
Breathe in. Hold for a few seconds then slowly exhale.
Let go of the tension you have been holding in your shoulders, your neck. The world will not fall apart while you take a moment to breathe.
And when you breathe in this time, remember, God is holding you.
When you exhale, remember, He has never let you go. His grip is firm. His hold is sure.
You can let go of what you cannot control. Let the tears come. He is still the God of all comfort. His plan for you and those you love is still good.
In the midst of all the change He is I AM. Sovereign.
I am joining (on a Monday) the Five Minute Friday writing community, hosted by Kate Motaung, for our weekly writing adventure. Please click here or here to learn about Five Minute Friday. This week’s prompt is, “Hold.” The song, “Whole Heart,” by Hillsong UNITED encourages me and I wanted to share it.
Joining Kate Motaung and other members of the Five Minute Friday community for our weekly writing adventure. To learn about Five Minute Friday, click here. This week’s prompt is, “Breathe.”
Children hold their breaths. I wrote the words and have the inner knowing that this is a reminder, even a rebuke to me, and that it speaks of maturity and the need to resist acting like a brat. I am not sure that I will be able to flesh this thought out fully in this post but I have a sense that I will at some point.
Children hold their breath. Sometimes, one article notes, it is done involuntarily such as in those moments when it is the result of intense crying. Sometimes, however, breath holding is voluntary and associated with tantrums.
I have not thrown a tantrum as an adult. And I do not deserve a medal or applause for that which is not unusual in childhood. But let me clarify. I have not thrown a tantrum in the physical realm but I know I have done so in the realm of the spirit.
Breathing involves, at its simplest level, the acts of breathing in and breathing out. And there are times I refuse to expel what is harmful to me, wrong ways of thinking, for example … spiritual carbon dioxide, so to speak. And when I do so it is hard to breathe in the life He offers. And I hear Him gently but firmly insist, “Just breathe, Esther. Just breathe.” And He helps me do just that.