Breathe

Sometimes that's all I can do. And sometimes that's all He asks of me. Breathe and trust him for things I that are out of my hands anyway.

I feel broken again. I feel vulnerable again. All the things I don't want to be or feel, I am.

Praise the LORD, O my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
Praise the LORD, O my soul, and forget not all his benefits-
who forgives all your sins and heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,
who satisfies your desires with good things
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.

I am held.