Breathe, Just Breathe
Dawn Waggoner / Executive Administrative Assistant
Lately, I have found myself relating to the song “Breathe” by Jonny Diaz.
Alarm clock screaming bare feet hit the floor
Breathe, just breathe
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Lately, I have found myself relating to the song “Breathe” by Jonny Diaz.
Alarm clock screaming bare feet hit the floor
It's off to the races everybody out the door
I'm feeling like I'm falling behind, it's a crazy life
Ninety miles an hour going fast as I can
Ninety miles an hour going fast as I can
Trying to push a little harder trying to get the upper hand
So much to do in so little time, it's a crazy life
It's ready, set, go it's another wild day
When the stress is on the rise in my heart I feel you say just
Breathe, just breathe
Come and rest at my feet
And be, just be
Chaos calls but all you really need
Is to just breathe
I feel as if I am going nonstop all day … get ready for work, get our son to school, go to work, pick up our son, run errands, make dinner, finish homework, wash dishes, do laundry, pay bills, get our son to bed, spend some downtime with my hubby … and the list goes on and on.
I find myself struggling to carve out time to sit with God and just breathe. To talk to Him and listen to Him. To know His heart. To help me be a better wife, mom, sister, friend, co-worker … why does it seem so hard?
When I get to the end of the day, I think “tomorrow will be different.” But tomorrow is often more of the same. I catch myself falling into the trap of thinking that the future will be different … when I am past the holidays or when our son is older.
The secret, I think, is discipline. Not waiting for the time to find me, but purposefully setting aside the time no matter what else needs to be put off.
And then I can hopefully …
“Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10
I feel as if I am going nonstop all day … get ready for work, get our son to school, go to work, pick up our son, run errands, make dinner, finish homework, wash dishes, do laundry, pay bills, get our son to bed, spend some downtime with my hubby … and the list goes on and on.
I find myself struggling to carve out time to sit with God and just breathe. To talk to Him and listen to Him. To know His heart. To help me be a better wife, mom, sister, friend, co-worker … why does it seem so hard?
When I get to the end of the day, I think “tomorrow will be different.” But tomorrow is often more of the same. I catch myself falling into the trap of thinking that the future will be different … when I am past the holidays or when our son is older.
The secret, I think, is discipline. Not waiting for the time to find me, but purposefully setting aside the time no matter what else needs to be put off.
And then I can hopefully …
Breathe, just breathe
Come and rest at my feet
And be, just be
Chaos calls but all you really need
Is to just breathe
“Be still, and know that I am God.” Psalm 46:10