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Today You Are Here: Breathing

He felt very near that morning. Tantalizingly close. The wet ground and misty air made the whole world feel fresh. The clouds hung low, I couldn’t tell where the mountains ended and the sky began. My feet shuffled through soggy leaves, still vibrant with color, some collecting rain drops – little spots of the autumn storm that had come during the night. And everywhere I looked I saw evidence of His presence.img_0130img_0128img_0131img_0099img_0127

I strap the little one I care for in his stroller, tucking the blanket up under his chin and pulling his mommy-knitted cap over his ears. His wide blue eyes watched our world as we move through it. Down Main street, cars splashing water up in their wake and bicyclists speeding past us. He is completely quiet as he takes in his surroundings. Observant and full of wonder. I want to have the eyes of a nine-month-old.

The baby’s asleep by the time we reach the post office. The air is chilly, my hands are the first to feel the cold bite. The morning drizzle returns on our way to the library, but we continue forward – fresh air is a necessity for both of us. The last stop is the coffee shop where I warm my hands against a steaming cup. We stay for a few minutes, reading a little, people watching some, mostly practicing stillness. I feel a stirring in my soul – a whispered reminder to be alert, that there is something ahead. I check to make sure the baby’s hands haven’t flailed out from under the blanket and we begin our journey home.

The walk back is toward the rugged Collegiate peaks, jutting out of the heavy gray clouds. Our sweet small town looks idyllic in this fall scene. The sun is slowly poking its way into the day. I inhale through my nose, the air is fresh – cleansed by the rain. I don’t hurry, I feel the cold and I allow it to touch me. My eyes scan my surroundings, amazed that I call this beautiful place home.

My breathing finds a pattern. Inhale and exhale. I’ve heard that the name Hebrew name for God – Yahweh – fits our breath. Air in. Yahweh. Air out. Yahweh. I breathe his name as I walk. Every breath I draw brings him nearer. Draw near to God, it is said. And He will draw near to you.

But maybe he was always near. His fingers crafting this beautiful morning. His pulse beating the song I hum. His breath the breeze I feel through my hair. His hands warming my heart. His Spirit enlivening mine. Maybe our efforts to draw near aren’t what beckons him closer, maybe it is simply what allows us to recognize him already here.

That’s why I keep peeling my eyes wider. Stretching my heart open. That’s why I’m trying so hard to be alert, why I am choosing to practice presence. Because the more present I am the more I recognize his presence.

Breathe in. Yahweh. Breath out. Yahweh. He is already near. All I have to do is pull myself closer.

{This is a part of my Today You Are Here series. Join me over here for the 31 days of October as we practice being present together. Or enter your email address below to have updates sent directly to your inbox!}

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    October 12, 2016 at 11:04 am

    Thanks for taking us on your walk to the coffee ☕️ shop and back..
    seeing through your eyes 👀 the ecstatic beauty of your surroundings..
    and for the reminder to be thankful for being apart of this wonderful 🌎 world we call home 🏡…

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    October 13, 2016 at 8:48 am

    YES! I agree..Maybe our efforts to draw near aren’t what beckons him closer, maybe it is simply what allows us to recognize him already here. He’s always there, we simply need to be aware and recognize it. Great post and it makes me want to walk through your little town.

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      October 17, 2016 at 9:50 am

      Thank you! I so appreciate your feedback on these posts!

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    October 13, 2016 at 9:11 am

    Thank you for writing this. (: The beauty of being in the present and realising God’s presence is just so closely interlinked and so beautifully portrayed in your post :))

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