Feb 022017

He sat there absorbed in his video game and me in my book and as the hours ticked by I could see he was holding his breath more often, afraid to breathe but trying to ignore the silence of the phone. No news is good news, right?

Finally, we laid down and slept for a few hours -smack in the afternoon and into the early evening, and his breathing relaxed, his stress slipped away as I watched him before dozing off myself.

When the phone rang it’s awful ringtone he shot out of bed like a cat, straight into the air and answered it quickly.

He held his breath when it was his dad and not his mom who said she would call when her surgery was over.

When his dad passed the phone to his mom the audible sigh of relief that escaped his body caused tears to roll down my cheeks, quickly swiped away by the blanket.

She was okay. He was okay. I was okay. We could breathe knowing his mama survived the surgery.

The holding your breath and doing your best to focus on the good and handing it to God thing seemed to be working through the day, it was a nice day, but lingering in the back of our minds was a part of our souls that just needed the know what God’s plan for us that day actually was.

Breathing out the negative and breathing in the relief felt fresh, new, amazing.

Suddenly we both wanted to eat and found ourselves thirsty, realizing we hadn’t done either all day as we did our best to stir our minds from the what-ifs.

It was only 2 days before that I was the strong one, standing on the stairs into the night speaking to his mama about her faith and her journey through the church, through life, and her telling me that I was reminding her to just trust God.

Why is it so much easier to say than do? Preach but not be preached to?

I hold my hands in reverence to the One who is in control of it all, whose plans I will never know until I am walking through them. To Him I give praise, because praise is deserved even in the darkest of days. Gratitude in the middle of chaos. He triumphs as I stumble. Picks me up when I fall. When the air is knocked from my soul, He breathes life back into me. CPR for the soul. The Bible my personal First Aid Kit!

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  9 Responses to “Breathe #FMFParty”

  1. Oh I love this Marisa – I know exactly what those “holding your breath” moments feel like and having someone there to hold you while you hold your breath is the best kind of gift!

    • Thank you Lisa-Jo! Life is definitely better when you can share both your ups and your downs with someone! While giving of ourselves in these moments can be extremely exhausting, they are soooo rewarding! Thank you for stopping in!

  2. Amen Marisa! There is something holy about God being with us in both the ups and downs.

    • It’s so easy for us to forget He is there at all times. Some only give God praise when things are good, others only turn to Him in prayer when things are bad. Training ourselves to acknowledge His presence in all situations is easier said than done, but I am definitely working on it and am seeing the blessings no matter what the path! Hallelujah!!

  3. Love this story. It is so beautiful. And a good reminder it is so easy to forget to rely on God in all things. The good and the bad.

  4. This: “When the air is knocked from my soul, He breathes life back into me. CPR for the soul.” Oh my, how I love it! It reminds me of the verse God used to comfort me when I had a miscarriage: When my soul is faint within me, it is you who know my way. Thank you for this reminder today!

  5. Always excellent. All ways.

  6. “I hold my hands in reverence to the One who is in control of it all, whose plans I will never know until I am walking through them.” -This totally spoke volumes to me.
    Your post is beautiful. I got quite caught up in it and believe you caught my breath.

  7. Thank you for sharing! I’m so glad everything went well. May you never forget the kindness shown to you. Stopping by from FMF!

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