Breathe

*inhale*

When you feel overwhelmed. Your plate is full. So full that things keep slipping. And when you try to pick them back everything else starts to fall too. You end up in this state of limbo, just barely managing to keep it all together. Just surviving.

*exhale*

Finally, you say no to something. You prioritize. Until you only have the essentials. Only what you really need and want. And finally, you can breathe. Finally, you can take five minutes. Finally, you can live without feeling like you are dying.

*inhale*

Then someone says something. Someone reminds you that you  had to say no. Someone tells you it’s not that bad. That you are just being a coward.

*exhale*

You smile. Laugh. Take it like a joke. And they chuckle and walk away. Not seeing the self-doubt leak into your head. Don’t see the pain ooze from your heart. Don’t see how you stop breathing.

*hold*

What do you do then? What happens when someone steals your air? What happens when you are drowning in your own head?

*hold*

In the garden, when all of the world was on His shoulders, Jesus did not act like He was all good. Like He was excited to die. In fact, He told the disciples, “My soul is deeply grieved, to the point of death.” The Bible says He became “grieved and distressed”. God does not expect you to be perfect. To never struggle. To never fear. He did not come for perfect people.

“It is not the healthy that need a doctor, but the sick. Likewise I have not come to call the righteous, but the sinners.” Mark 2:17

God does not want perfection. He wants humanity. He wants you to go to Him with your quirks and weirdness. With all the cracks in your skin. All the bruises on your heart and all the doubts in your head. He wants to share in the despair and the joy. You don’t have to be happy all the time for Him to love you. He knows that happiness is fleeting. God loves your heart that bleeds and your mind that drowns itself.

And best of all, He understands. He’s been there. You can take it to Him and He won’t tell you to suck it up. Won’t tell you to get over it. Won’t belittle it. Won’t trivialize you. Instead, He brings you an oxygen tank. He sits with you until you can breathe again. He turns on a light and helps you up. Then He takes your hand as you start walking again. Step by step. Breathe by breathe.

*inhale*

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