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  • Writer's pictureLaura Kae

Breathing for God

When I was a child, I had a strange idea of Creation. I don't know if it was given to me or if it's what I understood from whatever it was that was given to me (that I clearly didn't understand).

When I heard God breathed the breath of life into Adam, I thought of it as a one time act that got the breath going for the rest of Adam's life.

In the last few years or so, I've gotten a different picture of what that verse means. God breathed life into Adam and breathes it into me. I am a living being.

When I think God doesn't feel as close to me as years ago when I tortured myself with self-improvement, I remember God is in my breath, closer to me than myself.

Sometimes I imagine that God breathes through me. Some Christians think that's what the pronunciation for God's name, YHWH, is. It's the sound of our breath. When I breathe deeply, I can hear something that sounds like those letters moving through my being. I can't help but call on the name of God with every breath I breathe. After all, I can't live without my source of life.

It's not about how close I am to God or how close God is to me. It's about how aware I am of the closeness. Christ is in God. I am in Christ. Christ is in me.

Genesis 2:27; Exodus 3:14; John 14:20


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