Breathing.
Oh, how often I take breathing for granted.
Until one day I struggle to breathe.
I have a cold, I run too fast, and asthma and my sickness collide -
as the world shuts down for a moment as I gasp for breath,
and as my vision clouds and threatens to take me down.
In that moment, I am thankful for the quick intake of icy air that follows those moments of panic.
After those moments, I scarcely take a breath without thanking the Lord that it's not my last.
Shouldn't I live every breath like this?
Constantly aware that my life is but a vapor in the wind?
Life is short.
Why am I not living a life radical for Christ?
Why do I let a day go by where I pass up an opportunity to talk about my Savior?
Life is a precious gift,
and time on this earth is short.
Shouldn't I want others to be able to partake in the life to come?
Should I passively give up opportunities to share the good news, never giving that person a chance to accept or reject Christ?
My life is not my own.
To live is Christ, to die is gain.
I desire to live a life that worthy of the gospel.
I desire to live a life that emulates Christ.
I desire God.
I desire God more than anything.
I desire God more than food.
I desire God more than breathing.
I desire God more than life itself.
I desire to breathe each breath like it's my last.
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