I Heard the Breath

There is something very sweet about seeing the breath.

About hearing the breath.

I pushed four babies to their first breath.  

The other two had to be encouraged because they were just so little, 

but I still got to hear it before they whisked them away.

I've heard the breath that spoke "I do" to God and mate at the same time.

I've heard the breath of death;  so loud, so final.

I believe God knows the number of our days.  I kind of imagine that when we take our first breath our "life clock" is set at that number and starts ticking down.

There is another breath.

The one we use to speak belief.

I kind of imagine that when we speak the breath of belief,
that life clock goes to zero then starts ticking up.
 From zero through eternity.

I was told that the Hebrew word for God is four consonants that sound like breath sounds.

That is beautiful to me.

So this week, full of trials, great needs, and responsibilities; this week I need to breathe.
To speak YHWH.
Because where the spirit (breath) of the Lord is, there is freedom.
There is peace.

 The spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.

Job 33:4