Catch My Breath

Rubbing tired eyes after nights of little sleep and what sleep I found was troubled at best. The alarm avoided my reach to the snooze button, and I found myself on the floor. The warm bed would take effort to get back in so I might as well get up. Pre-dawn exercise is calling but falling on deaf ears. It’s when I do not want to go that it is best to go, but the apathy monster has my heels.

Climbing out of a warm truck into the chill of an autumn morning made me question all sorts of decisions. Press on. Breathe. Dedication or foolishness? Not sure, maybe both. As aching muscles struggled through push-ups, sit-ups, and other diabolical manifestations, my tired heart was aching as well. Words whispered in my soul, “You fought through apathy to get this far. Does your prayer exercise deserve less?” As I fell to my knees in exhaustion, I fell to my knees inside as well. The sweat on my face hid the tears welling up.

It had been a few long days of really hard prayers seeing some answered in miraculous ways, Thank You Jesus. But fatigue exposed weakness which led to apathy. My prayer fire had gone cold.

For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Heb 4:12

Alive and active. I am feeling it in my joints and marrow (along with that extra set of lunges.) But in soul and spirit I feel the ones I love, awaiting their prayer blessing; waiting for me to catch my breath and resume my journey of faith.

A hot shower, a bit of breakfast and I’m human again. Quiet drive time at the feet of Jesus and I’m a warrior again.

In the midst of my health journey, a friend noticed the change in me and I needed the boost. My faith journey is improving as well, but sometimes I just need to catch my breath. To catch my breath, I must remember to breathe. Breathe. Breathe.


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