The heart-stopping news arrived when I was on vacation, 400 miles away. My brand-new granddaughter was struggling to breathe. And therefore, so was I.
Every nerve was strung so tight in my body that a constant high-pitched prayer came from my lips as I threw everything in a suitcase, jumped in the truck, and sped back home.
My husband drove, and I passed the time with worried, frantic flips through the Bible in my lap. “Be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:10), the Holy Spirit counseled.
But didn’t He know that I don’t sit still very well? Quite the contrary, in fact! I tend to pace, overthink, help, and fix. That’s always been my job.
But here I sat trapped, buckled in, racing to the unknown when God asked me again to trust Him. That’s when the battle began.
Fear tried to smother hope with the lie that God was far away. Yet faith looked into the eyes of my soul and steadied me with a rhythm of truth and grace.
Breathe in. “God is…a very present help in trouble” (Psalm 46:1).
Breathe out. I needn’t fear the darkest valley “for You are with me” (Psalm 23:4, NIV).
Breathe in. “He Himself gives to all mankind life and breath…” (Acts 17:25).
Breathe out. “Let everything that has breath, praise the Lord” (Psalm 150:6).
Finally, it was settled. The Lord was God—not me. So I filled my lungs with praise to the Sovereign One who held my whole world in His hands. And though our vehicle continued to race, my heart did not. It had already reached its destination—the peace of Christ.
Are you struggling for control today? Pause a moment to breathe Jesus in through His Word. And wait for His peace to follow.