I breathe and let the pressure release –
deflating the overblown self until it is only the
real, true, small, mortal self.
This is the self God loves.
This is the self that is able to love.
This is the self who can love another.
This is the self that is finite in its form
but infinite in Your glory
For this small, mortal self is Yours –
Yours, for You originated it with your creative force
Yours, for You have and will continue to redeem it
Yours, for You breathe meaningful life into it.
In our vast world where human beings chase after immortality, this small, mortal self is my greatest gift. It is the greatest privilege. It is the vessel for Your glory – a technicolor beauty unable to behold without covering our eyes or looking away in discomfort.
So as the morning sun rises and a full day awaits,
I breathe Your air
and I release all the pressure.
I am Yours again,
and I am alive
for another day in Your world.
I give thanks.
I go forward to bless the world.