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  • Writer's pictureLaura Kae

Breathe well

The other thought I wanted to share about prayer is that my breathing does change according to my daily activities, but even more so than that my daily activities are affected by my breathing. Think of someone dying from lung cancer. Their quality of life is truly terrible because they are unable to breathe well. The quality of my life is entirely dependent on the quality of my breathing. They are inseparable.

I think the world has really screwed up its worldview. Tonight I sang a song that said something about having our strength fading as we were about ready to breathe our last physical breath, and… “even then my soul shall sing 10,000 reasons for my heart to say…. Bless the Lord, oh my soul.” Sometime in the last decade the word “even” would be better turned to “especially”. When I am teetering on the brink of heaven, how I hope my friends and I are rejoicing as we have never rejoiced before. I hope my whole physical being trembles with anticipation. God knows I want to shake with excitement. As I sang tonight my voice broke just a tad that that day could not be now. Why envy youth? Why not envy those on the brink of crossing the river to that glorious city? To know Him as I am fully known.

His Word is truth.

I am coming to you now, but I say these things while still in the world, so that they may have the full measure of my joy within them. I have given them your word, and the world has hated them, for they are not of the world any more than I am of the world. My prayer is not that you take them out of the world, but that you protect them from the evil one. They are not of the world, even as I am not of it. Sanctify them by the truth. Your word is Truth. John 17

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