Sometimes you don’t realize you’ve been holding your breath until you finally exhale.
Not literally.
But there’s a way we can move through life slightly braced.
Waiting for the next problem.
Preparing for the next difficult conversation.
Wondering what might change.
Trying to stay one step ahead of whatever could come next.
After a while, you get so used to carrying yourself that way that you don’t even notice you’re doing it.
Until something feels different.
Nothing extraordinary has to happen.
You just catch yourself laughing without thinking about what comes after it.
Enjoying something without waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Making plans because you’re excited about them, not because you’re trying to prepare for every possibility.
And suddenly…
you realize you’re breathing differently.
I wonder if sometimes we become so accustomed to asking God to carry us through difficult things that we forget He’s also allowed to lead us beside quiet waters.
We’re comfortable praying,
“Lord, give me strength.”
But maybe we also need to learn how to receive the moments when He says,
“Rest.”
Not every season is meant to test our endurance.
Not every good moment needs to be followed by suspicion.
Sometimes grace looks like being carried through the storm.
And sometimes…
it feels like finally noticing the air is still.
Maybe that’s part of faith, too.
Not only trusting God when life becomes difficult…
but trusting Him enough to enjoy when it isn’t.
To loosen our grip.
To stop anticipating what might go wrong.
To receive what is good without demanding to know how long it will last.
And to breathe.
Deeply.
Freely.
Gratefully.
Because sometimes a breath of fresh air isn’t an escape from life.
It’s finally allowing yourself to live it.
“He makes me lie down in green pastures, he leads me beside quiet waters, he refreshes my soul.”
— Psalm 23:2–3 (NIV)
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