Eight women gathered for a North Georgia Breathing Room Retreat. Although refreshing and needed, I returned home tending a grateful, yet mourning, heart.
I’m learning to appreciate this precious life-giving breath, yet I never know my final one—only He does.
A loved one who had died unexpectedly left me sitting in disbelief, realizing life is short. God’s breath, filling my lungs moment by moment often but goes unnoticed—easily taken for granted.
How will I create breathing room today?
How will I bring Him honor? How will you?
3 comments on “Breathing Room”
So sorry for your last as, Debra! Thanks for reminding me of the sacredness of each and every breath🙏🏻
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Thank you, Molly. Every breath—a gift!