Bated breath… syncopated exhale. Trying to find rest in the midst of the whirling dervish called life. Trying to cling to the power of the cross while repelling the redundant distractions of eaching waking hour. Trying to resist ministering to others before actually ministering to the Lord. Trying to extinguish any threat of burnout by cultivating brimming oil in the place of encounter and intimacy with Jesus. Trying to drink in the beauty and glory of God, not through fragmented reflections found in creation but from the source of Living Water Himself. Trying to prioritize my schedule in a way that will maximize my opportunity to stand in awesome wonder of the transcendant God.

God, my prayer is for a selah. And may I catch my breath with praises on my lips!

Let everything that has breath praise the Lord. Praise the LORD! ~Psalm 150:6