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.
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,
God is holding you.

When you exhale,
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.

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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.



When the air is smoke filled,
your eyes may water
and you may feel as if you are coughing up a lung,
but you still have to breathe.

When you step out in the winter day
and the cold is a shock
that seems to steal your breath,
you still have to breathe.

We have to breathe in all circumstances.
We have to breathe to keep living.
We have to breathe.

But too often we do not pay attention to how we breathe.
especially when anxious,
which is when we need to breathe,
deep and slow
and exhale. 

And what helps us breathe well is how we ground ourselves,
where we plant our feet,
and where we rest our gaze –
on ourselves, 
on others, 
on circumstances, 
or on the One who is sovereign over all? 

Five Minute Friday: Breathe



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.


Monday Vitamins: Quiet my soul

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Be still, and know that I am God;
I will be exalted among the nations,
I will be exalted in the earth!

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