It’s been a full-plate kind of week, me reminding myself to breathe. We’ve had places to go and people to see, things to do and plans to finish. I’ve been up and down the stairs of our house too many times to count.
My morning devotion reminds me I am blessed. Blessed to be a blessing. I know this in my head. Sometimes my heart forgets.
In the season of holiday frenzy, we tend to pour out, giving gifts of time and energy, until we are depleted and empty of soul.
“You must feel the fullness of your own pitcher before you trust the pouring out of yourself,” says Ann Voskamp.
Running on fumes, I call it. Sweet William reminds me to fill the gas tank in the little black Honda before it gets to a quarter tank. It’s not good for the engine, he says.
Running on fumes is not good for me either. I need to refill, refuel, reignite with the passion of love that is true Christmas.
I cannot face the day well if I have not first faced my Savior. He came to bless me with His presence.
Immanuel, God with us.
And His presence is the present I most need, the gift I want more, the one thing I cannot live without.
In the still dark of early dawn, I quietly rest and inhale Him who is life. I absorb the Holy Word and breathe in His truth. His peace, beyond all understanding, fills my lungs. Before the day’s agenda unfolds, I am assured that I am adored and redeemed, chosen and called. I am blessed beyond counting. Blessed to be a blessing.
Again Jesus said, “Peace be with you! As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.” And with that he breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.” — John 20:21-22
The Creator breathed into Adam’s lungs and he became a living soul. Jesus breathed on the disciples and said “Receive.” The Holy Spirit, the very breath of God, has come to me, to be with me, to live in me, to give me power to serve and be a blessing.
I remind myself to breathe.