Breathe
This week our family is gathered in a lovely home in Orlando for some rest and togetherness. I am so grateful for this time.
I took this image tonight of my Annie as she stretched and breathed over the horizon. She was personifying how I am feeling. Yes, breathe a little more — stretch a little more.
Stretching is not typically a relaxing experience. As muscles that are wadded tight begin to unfurl, it hurts. We have to remember to breathe and allow ourselves to stay in the moment until the release comes.
I have been stretched in the past, involuntarily, and I have often grumbled through the process.
It is time to stretch and be present and joyful at the same time. I don’t want to grow old having run in my same circular ruts and find myself in the same place I am in now. I want to move into new positions and places of beauty, each a little more streamlined and elegant than the one before. So I am volunteering for some stretching, however it may come.
Jesus, I am yours. I want to be all that you made me to be.
Psalm 139:23,23 ~”Search me, God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.”
Surrender