As I watched my littlest one fly through the air on the chairlift, I thought of air, the importance of breathe and God’s Holy Spirit.
This is how my mind works these days, simple moments become incredible moments.
I can be sitting watching my boys play with Lego and I feel love and warmth pour over me like a dousing of water over my head.
I may be listening to a woman speak about her health struggles and I want to bawl my eyes out with sadness.
Often, I see women with their moms and I want to lie flat on the ground, humbled by what I have lost and amazed at how present my mom was in our lives.
Today, I come back to air.
To my breathe.
To God’s Holy Spirit.
I will seek with my whole heart the significance of breathe.
Full of gratitude.
I love this journey.
Life-giving Holy Spirit.