It was January 2015. I sat at my desk, creating my usual list of ambitious goals and plans for the new year. I was also wondering what word to choose as my guide for the year, a word that would serve as my theme and focus for my days. I glanced up and noticed the word on a plaque my daughter had given me: Breathe. Was this to be my word? I looked up the various meanings of the word, prayed and pondered. Breathe soon seemed like the perfect choice.
A few months later I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, and Jim was found to have an aortic aneurysm. The year was filled with treatments and surgeries. I needed to avoid people as my immunity was weakened, and spent my days simply resting and walking in the park. My word was a perfect one, not for the reasons I had anticipated, but for all the reasons I needed.
I recently learned that “inspiration” comes from in-spire, to breathe in. Each breath we take is a sacred gift from God, serving as a source of life, of rest, of refreshment, and even of loving guidance. Today is a reminder for me to once again breathe deeply and be thankful… for God’s incredible love throughout this incredible life.
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