I was talking to a friend today about all that is going on. We talked about the families who have had to say goodbye outside hospital walls. We talked about the people who are fighting for their lives right now. And of course, we talked about the victors in this terrible battle.

As a writer, being at home is comforting to me. However, when you order me to stay put, I get in my feelings. I have still been obeying the rules, but I am missing family time. I am used to seeing my family more and this has been hard. It’s been so strange to not attend church also. Thankfully, my church has weathered this storm by using technology to bring us all remotely together. I love seeing their faces on the video chat and hearing their voices on the conference calls.

I think of when we’ll be able to assemble and worship. I can hardly contain myself. When I think about the time I had fluid building around my heart, I remember gasping for air. When I had tuberculosis some years later, I remember that same scary feeling. Both times, it seemed like a brick was not just on my chest, but in my lungs. Now this virus is affecting the air we breathe.

When God created man, he breathed the breath of life into him. I am so grateful today because I know what it’s like to fight for life, and I also know what it’s like to take a deep breath. Why am I bringing all of this up? I have come to realize that God is still the air I breathe.

Whatever you are dealing with today, know that God is still breathing into you. He is still breathing life, strength, and promise into you. You don’t have to understand it all. All you have to do is be still and let God breathe.

The Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life. Job 33:4

Strengthen. Heal. Empower.

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