The Air I Breathe

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Acts 17:25 (NIV)

²⁵ And he is not served by human hands, as if he needed anything. Rather, he himself gives everyone life and breath and everything else

 

During the last week I experienced challenges with my breathing.  My ability to take in air seamlessly was painfully compromised. This was a journey that God had delivered me from years ago, but it was back with a strangle-hold vengeance. I was not at all pleased!

I did everything that I knew to do yet my actions were to no avail, the situation was not getting better, in fact it kept getting progressively worse. On day three, gasping for air I called the doctor and went for a visit. Breathing treatments, steroids, rest and other means were prescribed for this breathing crisis.

It seems that a spiritual life and health often go hand in hand. We do all we can to get ourselves out of pickles and as a grasping last resort we call on God. All along He has been watching and waiting, ear tuned to our cries for help, yet like head strong toddlers, we try to do it ourselves. Until it is an out of control mess.

Without a doubt, I know that I continually depend on God for my daily bread and so many other things.  Last week I was reminded that also rely on Him for the gift every breath of the very air I breathe.

Making His praise glorious!

Ree

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Assuming a Waiting Posture

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Acts 20:24  However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the good news of God’s grace. (NIV)

The position has been assumed by my now almost half-century body. When it began I was crouched in the starting blocks, fingers tented, back straight, rump up, muscles trembling in anticipation ready to begin the race .  Ear tuned waiting to hear that starting pistol, the pop that will set my feet to flying to do my part to further His message. So I wait, wait and wait some more. My once lithe figure no longer svelte, strained yet waiting.  The knee that once hovered above the blocks periodically touches the track under the strain of me.  That straight back a little bowed and crackle, fingers once tented have flattened under the weight of  life, yet I wait. You see, I am waiting on God, my condition and time-table are unimportant this is not a sprint and not exactly a marathon.  No matter how long it takes the race will not be cancelled, my crossing the finish line quickly or first not at issue, my continued posture of waiting shows God that I desire to complete the tasks I have been commissioned to complete.

Making His praise glorious!

Ree

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