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Let everything that has breath praise the LORD! Praise the LORD!<\/em>
\n<\/span>\u00a0– Psalm 150:6<\/a><\/p>\n

Breathing isn’t something you think about really, at least not usually. We breathe, on the average, over 20,000 times<\/a> a day. It’s a marvelous automatic occurrence. In and out. In and out. 20,000 times a day.<\/p>\n

For me, over the last several weeks, breathing has become something I think about. Since having pulmonary surgery, the whole process of breathing has become a wonder to me. That experience of feeling out of breath, and tired because of it, are not strange to me now. Fortunately, as I heal, that experience is diminishing.\"Blog<\/a><\/p>\n

My hope is to never forget the miracle of breath.<\/p>\n

Two songs about breathing that speak to the Christ-follower are Jonny Diaz’s Breathe <\/em>and Jeremy Camp’s Christ in Me. <\/em>Each song is quite different in focus but both have ministered to my heart in recent days.<\/p>\n

Breathe <\/em>is often oddly playing on my car radio, as I head out of the house on errands, feeling already behind. Its lyrics remind me of keeping focus on God in the midst of a crazy day…or life. My life, since surgery, is much less crazy, out of necessity. I don’t have the capacity right now for crazy.<\/p>\n

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Worship<\/a> with me to Jonny Diaz’s song Breathe<\/a>…<\/em>especially if you have a packed schedule and too much on your plate. Jesus calls us<\/a> to come to Him for rest.
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Alarm clock screaming bare feet hit the floor<\/em>
\n It\u2019s off to the races everybody out the door<\/em>
\n I\u2019m feeling like I\u2019m falling behind, it\u2019s a crazy life<\/em>
\n Ninety miles an hour going fast as I can<\/em>
\n Trying to push a little harder trying to get the upper hand<\/em>
\n So much to do in so little time, it\u2019s a crazy life<\/em>
\n It\u2019s ready, set, go it\u2019s another wild day<\/em>
\n When the stress is on the rise in my heart I feel You say just<\/em><\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/em>
\n Breathe, just breathe<\/em>
\n Come and rest at My feet<\/em>
\n And be, just be<\/em>
\n Chaos calls but all you really need<\/em>
\n Is to just breathe<\/em><\/p>\n

Third cup of joe just to get me through the day<\/em>
\n Wanna make the most of time but I feel it slip away<\/em>
\n I wonder if there\u2019s something more to this crazy life<\/em>
\n I\u2019m busy, busy, busy, and it\u2019s no surprise to see<\/em>
\n That I only have time for me, me, me<\/em>
\n There\u2019s gotta be something more to this crazy life<\/em>
\n I\u2019m hanging on tight to another wild day<\/em>
\n When it starts to fall apart in my heart I hear You say just<\/em><\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/em>
\n Breathe, just breathe<\/em>
\n Come and rest at My feet<\/em>
\n And be, just be<\/em>
\n Chaos calls but all you really need<\/em><\/p>\n

Is to take it in fill your lungs<\/em>
\n The Peace of God that overcomes<\/em>
\n Just breathe<\/em>
\n Let your weary spirit rest<\/em>
\n Lay down what\u2019s good and find what\u2019s best<\/em>
\n Just breathe<\/em><\/p>\n

(chorus)<\/em>
\n Just breathe, just breathe<\/em>
\n Come and rest at My feet<\/em>
\n And be, just be<\/em>
\n Chaos calls but all you really need<\/em>
\n Is to just breathe<\/em>
\n Just breathe<\/em><\/p>\n

The other song, Christ in Me<\/em>, is by Jeremy Camp. It reflects where I am in life. Throughout the day, part of my recovery routine is to practice taking really deep breaths. In a way, it’s an emptying and filling. Years ago, when we lived in Cairo, Egypt, we didn’t breathe very deeply. I love that city so much, but it has this burden. The air is too often tainted by urban pollution – smoke, fumes from cars and buses. Shallow breaths. We would get away to the Red Sea sometimes and were deeply restored by the fresh air and blue sky.<\/p>\n

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Now breathing deeply is like an act of worship itself. What a blessing to be able to just breathe. I am so grateful to God for this small, normal, hugely vital, beautiful thing…breathing. How He has made this body of ours to work so well…for our good and His glory. Even when it’s not at its best, because of cancer, its treatment, or some other malady, still to function as it does so magnificently…speaks to the Creator. Such a thing, our breathing, gives us cause to worship.<\/p>\n

Worship<\/a> with me to Jeremy Camp’s Christ in Me<\/a>.<\/em><\/p>\n

In this obsession with the things this world says make us happy<\/em>
\n Can’t see the slaves we are in all the searching all the grasping<\/em>
\n Like we deserve much more than all these blessing we’re holding<\/em>
\n So now I’m running free into an ocean of mercy unending<\/em><\/p>\n

So come and empty me<\/strong><\/em>
\n So that it’s you I breathe<\/strong><\/em>
\n I want my life to be<\/strong><\/em>
\n Only Christ in me<\/strong><\/em>
\n So I will fix my eyes<\/em>
\n ‘Cause you’re my source of life<\/em>
\n I need the world to see<\/em>
\n That it’s Christ in me<\/em>
\n That it’s Christ in me<\/em><\/p>\n

Done with what holds me down the things I once was chasing after<\/em>
\n Throw off these heavy chains that I have let become my master<\/em>
\n So now I’m running free into an ocean of mercy unending<\/em><\/p>\n

So come and empty me<\/strong><\/em>
\n So that it’s you I breathe<\/strong><\/em>
\n I want my life to be<\/strong><\/em>
\n Only Christ in me<\/strong><\/em>
\n So I will fix my eyes<\/em>
\n ‘Cause you’re my source of life<\/em>
\n I need the world to see<\/em>
\n That it’s Christ in me<\/em>
\n That it’s Christ in me<\/em><\/p>\n

In this obsession with the things this world says make us happy<\/em>
\n Can’t see the slaves we are in all the searching all the grasping<\/em><\/p>\n

So come and empty me<\/strong><\/em>
\n So that it’s you I breathe<\/strong><\/em>
\n I want my life to be<\/strong><\/em>
\n Only Christ in me<\/strong><\/em>
\n So I will fix my eyes<\/em>
\n ‘Cause you’re my source of life<\/em>
\n I need the world to see<\/em>
\n Only Christ in me<\/em>
\n Only Christ in me<\/em>
\n Only Christ in me<\/em>
\n Christ in me.<\/em><\/p>\n