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I asked my grandmother if the light was God," Pam recalled. Rie laughed at the suggestion. "Oh no, Baby," said Rie. "God is not the light. The light is what happens when God breathes." She knew then, Pam would say later, that she was standing in the breath of God.
Now air is the cause and spirit of every life and motion in the world, be it in flesh or in any of the vegetables; all whatever is hath its life from the air, and nothing whatsoever that moveth and is in this world can subsist without air.
When a turbulent mind and wounded heart surrenders to grace, breathing is easy.
I felt the breath of God go cold against my skin.
Heaven breathes thro' ev'ry member of the whole One common blessing, as one common soul.
Forget the air, I'll breathe you instead.
Breathing is automatic for us. We need air to live, but we don't think about the process of getting it as we go about our day. We just breathe. That's how our relationship with God should be. Automatic. We don't think about needing to talk to God. It just happens, all day long.
There is a God shaped vacuum in the heart of every man which cannot be filled by any created thing, but only by God, the Creator, made known through Jesus.
Every breath I take is a testimony that my God is alive and He's a sovereign God.
Breath and caught the
There was a moment of absolute cosmic cold, as if a billion tiny doors had opened in every cell of his body, letting in the draught of creation.
I breathe you," he whispered. "You're everything. You're the air."
-Gabriel
The living souls have the breath of life.
The heart also needs to breathe, and the breath of the heart is none other than the remembrance of God.
A mouthful of sea air, or a stiff walk in the wind's face would not give grace to the soul, but it would yield oxygen to the body, which is next best
He breathed like an old Ford with a leaky head gasket.
Every breath is a sacrament, an affirmation of our connection with all other living things, a renewal of our link with our ancestors and a contribution to generations yet to come. Our breath is a part of life's breath, the ocean of air that envelopes the earth.
The very air they breathed was almost a juice.
When God breathes He breathes on hard-hearted people.
Every breath is a resurrection.
None of us can really breathe, though not one of us will openly admit this to anyone else, least of all, ourselves.
In this day the breeze of God is wafted, and His Spirit hath pervaded all things. Such is the outpouring of His grace that the pen is stilled and the tongue is speechless.
Breathing is underrated.
He gave life to the breath- oxygen, a simple gas, he transferred into words, ideas, hope.
There was no air; only the dead, still night fired by the dog days of August. Not a breath. I had to suck in the same air I exhaled, cupping it in my hands before it escaped. I felt it, in and out, less each time ... until it was so thin it slipped through my fingers forever. I mean, forever.
You know, I learned a long time ago breathing didn't make a person feel alive. But you knock the air right out of my lungs, and it's never felt more real.
I went outside mournful, and I hit pure air.
I felt the breath of God go cold on my skin.
Each moment you are alive is a gem. It needs you to breathe gently for the miracles to be displayed.
If I breathed, I would sigh. I would scream. I would cry.
Okay, everyone, now inhale ... and then dehale!
The breath of life is unlimited grace.
A Word that Breathes Distinctly
Has not the Power to Die
You were my reason to breathe.
What is the real breath of a man - the breathing out or the breathing in?
Every breath is a sacred life.
The only precious things in life breathe.
How carelessly God hummed us whole
with such pronounced holes for lungs.
How hollow we are.
The wind blows through him, cleansing. Salt and distance, smell of the deep.
There is a deity within us who breathes that divine fire by which we are animated.
Every breath we draw is a gift of God's love; every moment of existence is a grace.
The Tantric sages tell us that our in-breath and out-breath actually mirror the divine creative gesture. With the inhalation, we draw into our own center, our own being. With the exhalation, we expand outward into the world.
In the matchless gift of His Son, God has encircled the whole world with an atmosphere of grace as real as the air which circulates around the globe. All who chose to breathe this life-giving atmosphere will live and grow up to the stature of men and women in Christ Jesus.
God's voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes.
And we do breathe. We breathe and we taste and we smell and we feel and we thirst.
Life is holy breath..
Breathing is the greatest pleasure in life
Life is a gracious sacred-breathe.
Who can have a better right to us than he that gives us our breath?
God brought us to the water," [Emery] breathed as she struggled.
"No, I took us to the water.
he was like smog: there were always some of his molecules in the air.
Each time we exhale, the world ends; when we inhale, there can be, if we allow it, rebirth and spiritual renewal. It all transpires inside of us. In our consciousness, in our hearts. All the time.
There are atoms of air in your lungs that were once in the lungs of everyone who has ever lived. In essence, we are breathing (inspiring) one another.
For once,
engulf,
not air,
but hope.
For once,
breathe on,
a firm belief!
If souls continue to exist, how does the air contain them from eternity?
God is continuously in action, without resting for a single moment.
He was my Reason To Breathe
When God created the earth, He intended that everything that has breath would praise him
You can only breathe out if you breathe in.
I'm still breathing because I have faith. My faith and my kids are the two things that matter.
I don't have any need to breathe. You are my breath.
Why did breathing have to be such a work.
breathe in experience breathe out poetry
Breathe as long as the sky is alive
How was it that such effort, such plain virtue, could overnight be reduced to this - smoke, thinning as it rose and was received by the big, annihilating sky?
Prayer is spiritual breathing; when we pray we breathe in the Holy Spirit; praying in the Holy Spirit (Jd. 1:20). Thus, all church prayers are the breathing of the Holy Spirit; as it were spiritual air and also light, spiritual fire, spiritual food and spiritual raiment.
Who says I breathe music? Who says I even breathe?
I've never felt the breath of God - you can take that statement literally or metaphorically - more than when I was yearning for a personal, intimate connection to something bigger than me.
They breathed. They felt their lungs fill the sky, and they let the dark clouds inside them flow out. Then they connected to the earth.
There was a cheer, and he took his first deep breath for months. He hadn't been aware of breathing shallowly. It had happened gradually; someone had put a penny on his chest every hour since November, and now the weight of thousands of pennies had lifted at once
Inspiration means breathing in. Breathing in God.
It must have been an endless breathing in: between the wish to know and the wish to praise there was no seam.
I am breathing in and out. Realizing this, I began to notice that each moment was not without its beauty.
Have you noticed we can breathe in here too?
Gosh, I wouldn't have picked up on that.
He (man) is both dust of earth and breath of God.
When you breathe, you inspire, and when you do not breathe, you expire.
To inhale is to inspire, to exhale is to create.
I want to breathe in the Spiritual.
The Spirit of God, I realized, is exhaustless Bliss; His body is countless tissues of light.
God enabled me to so agonize in prayer that I was quite wet with perspiration, though in the shade and the cool wind. My soul was drawn out very much from the world, for multitudes of souls.
Fear and doubt bloated in his lower extremities and the gas from the created cloud steamed upward and into the recesses of his soul.
Breath is life. You are not the pebble washed to shore by the wave, but the fish that swims in the wave. Breathe in to fill, to draw in the light. Slow," he told her, "with awareness. Breathe out to empty. And pause, hold in that space between. Now in to fill.
All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man. The air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
Leaning forward he placed his lips over hers. She told herself he was breathing life into her, but the truth was he'd always been sucking it out, slowly, one breath at a time. - From ENGRAVED
Let God be the air in which your heart breathes at ease.
Do we smell nothing as yet of the divine decomposition? Gods, too, decompose. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.
Life is immeasurable breath.
God's breath in man returning to his birth, The soul in paraphrase, heart in pilgrimage,
Just as it was necessary to reinflate my lungs to overcome pneumonia, I needed the breath of God to help me overcome the depression of my spirit.
I
The air had become heavy, not because it had greater substance, but because there was nothing left to breathe.
It was an air one might still breathe, if everyone forgiven was brave.
He floated above, weightless, watching his human self labor and writhe. He gave himself to it willingly, traded himself for all that he loved and valued, and felt free.
When we exhale, a tree breathes in.
You're the reason I breathe
Prayer is the oxygen of the soul.
Purple lilies Dante blew To a larger bubble with his prophet breath.
Breathing involves a continual oscillation between exhaling and inhaling, offering ourselves to the world at one moment and drawing the world into ourselves at the next ...
Paused in the ineluctable presence of the other, and inhaled.
When you inhale, you are taking the strength from God. When you exhale, it represents the service you are giving to the world.
I had once remarked to Feely that, because of the oxygen, breathing fresh air was like breathing God, but she had slapped my face and told me I was being blasphemous.