breathe.

I have had the realization that my life has become a series of shallow breaths. 

I call these breaths weekends.

Sometimes the breaths are deeper than others.

Last "breath" was hardly a breath at all.

Some breaths bring air fresh and invigorating surging into my lungs.

Some breaths are wasted.

Some breaths are life-altering.

Some breaths are life-saving.

My breath is my Sabbath.

My Sabbath is my breath.

I am living and breathing in a cycle of rush and rest.

Rush.

Rest.

Rush.

Rest.

Lord...

Grant me rest.

Let me just breathe for a moment.

Let me breathe You in.

Let me take You in.

May I gain life from You.

You are my Strength.

You are my Life.

You are my Power.

You are my Breath.

You are my Everything...

And I owe everything to You.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

...

Breathe in.

...

Breathe out.