{"id":7521,"date":"2018-05-01T00:02:07","date_gmt":"2018-05-01T06:02:07","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/blog.mops.org\/?p=7521"},"modified":"2018-05-01T00:02:07","modified_gmt":"2018-05-01T06:02:07","slug":"breathe-in-breathe-out","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.themom.co\/fr\/breathe-in-breathe-out\/","title":{"rendered":"Breathe In. Breathe Out."},"content":{"rendered":"

Have you ever gone swimming? I don\u2019t mean like doggy-paddling your way from the shallow end to the deep-end without getting your hair wet, which is impressive in it\u2019s own right, but that\u2019s not what I\u2019m talking about here. I mean like real<\/em> swimming. Lap swimming. I was in third grade when my pediatrician told my parents that the best way to help my childhood asthma was to either start jogging or lap swimming. Being that I was from the fiery valley of California, swimming sounded way more fun, and to be honest, easier. How many times have I pretended to be a mermaid in my backyard pool? I got this. But there is a big difference between lap swimming and pretending to be Ariel, flipping perfectly long locks in the finale of \u201cPart of Your World.\u201d One of which is muscles, which I lacked, and the second, equally important, was the ability to establish a rhythm of breathing.\u00a0 Breathe in. Breath out.\u00a0 Before I could go under the water, I had to take a breath – a deep, sustaining breath. A breath that would allow me to go under the water, put my face down and swim – move. Without this first breath, I would come up gasping for air, without any progress down the lane.<\/p>\n

You see where I\u2019m going, right? Jesus said, Apart from me you can do nothing<\/em>, and yet, I\u2019m like, “Yeah God, I got this \u2026 did you not see my Ariel hair flip?” Nothing. No movement, no progress, only head out, gasping. And I am the worst at this. I tell myself to hold it, to keep pushing on, only to reach my head up \u2026 or raise my voice \u2026 which almost never (always) happens \u2026 gasping for oxygen. But what if there is a sacred rhythm, a reminder in the daily involuntary act of breathing that Jesus is inviting us into? If I am to do the work that\u2019s required of me –\u00a0 the work that requires an exhale, a giving out of myself – where do I receive my oxygen? Jesus said, I am the vine; you are the branches. The one who remains in me and I in him produces much fruit<\/em>\u00a0(John 15:5). It\u2019s an invitation to breathe him in so we can breathe that breath out to others.<\/p>\n

We just added our third child to our family, and I\u2019ve been running low on oxygen. I can\u2019t tell you how many times I\u2019ve struggled to come up for air in this new transition. I can also humbly admit that my lifeline, my source of oxygen, has been there waiting for me, and yet, I have bought more into the lie that I can do this on my own, that I don\u2019t have the time to be with Jesus. How\u2019s that working<\/em>, you ask? Not well, thank you. It leaves me lethargic and weak.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t have asthma anymore. Lungs can be strengthened. My doctor knew that if I spent time and energy working on the rhythms of breathing, the struggle with asthma would no longer stop me from enjoying life; I would thrive instead of having to sit out from backyard games with friends. This is true of all of us. Our spiritual \u201clungs\u201d can be strengthened if we learn the sacred rhythm that before we can breathe out, we must breathe in. Before we head into a week with the emotional demands of parenting, jobs and relationships, we must sit at the feet of Jesus, listening to his words and his voice. Only then can seasons of pouring out be ones of fruitfulness and joy. Hair flip and all.<\/p>\n

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\"\"Vanessa Dalrymple is in love with a bearded pastor, a mother of three and a worshipper of the King.\u00a0 I live in the high-desert of Oregon, dreaming of the humid south. She leads worship with her husband and tries to write thoughts and songs after\u00a0her kids’ bedtime (there are a lot half-written).<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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