Sometimes I forget what it feels like to truly breathe
-To not look up and ask “God, why me?”
-To remain focused on my Author
-To not wonder if I should’ve spoken softer
-To be content with who I am
-To wonder why I’m not eternally damned
-To fully grasp the extent of God’s grace
-To fully envision his perfect face
-To focus on today and not on tomorrow
-To let go of all my internal sorrow
-To long to go against the grain of society
-To not desire a life full of propriety
These things are what breathing means to me, not just
physically how my lungs do or don’t collect air, but how my God and I make the
ultimate pair.