People think of me as a person of prayer. And I am. But that doesn’t always look or feel the way some imagine it does.
I’ve often said that praying is like breathing to me. Lately I mean that more literally than ever.
When words fail … when my strength is gone … when my habits are a mess … when the path ahead is shrouded in uncertainty … when the past accuses me relentlessly … sometimes it takes all I have and all I am to slow down, look up, behold the timeless beauty of creation, and simply breathe.
That type of breath is actually a pretty radical prayer. It’s not just a sign of life that recenters me with the Breath of Life Himself—it is a powerful affront to the hordes of doom and gloom and death that are hovering over our world in force.
It’s not always easy. A dear friend of mine would call this a trust practice. I call it showing up. Showing up for life even when my brain finds it much easier to travel the well worn paths of discouragement and fear. Showing up to …once again … be still and KNOW He is God.
Wherever you are at today, I challenge you … even if it’s just for a moment … slow down, look up, behold beauty, and above all …
Breathe.
May the Breath of Life Himself breathe new life into you today.
Cindy Powell 