“You Cannot Breathe the Air of Anxiety and Expect to Live in an Atmosphere of Peace” – Steven Furtick

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

This morning, some of us are rebuilding. Some of us are sitting with uncertainty. Some of us are saddened by the loss of a love gone too soon. Some of us are sitting in rubble. Some of us are holding on to the only thing we have left, faith.

Faith is strong; it’ll hold the door closed so hopelessness does not barge in. It reminds us to stand tall and to face the sun so our shadow falls behind us, but with the current atmosphere of constant change, many of which are out of our control, faith is tested. Our mind wanders to the places where the air is thick with anxiety and our tight grip on faith is slowly lost by our desperation to try to catch a breath of fresh air.

We gasp and take in more anxiety, as if the oxygen level on the planet has diminished and all we are able to focus on is that breath we need in order to find some faith again. Until we realize our breathing is shallow and we have forgotten the exercise of the deep breath. The breath where we inhale peace, where our chest rises and our rib cage expands as wide as it can, and where we exhale all that is holding our focus hostage – The worry, the hopelessness, the frustration, the fear.

Breathe. Breathe deeply. Expand the rib cage so the heart may have more room to beat for a few seconds. Close your eyes and breathe in deep. This breath is a gift. This life is temporary. The rebuilding will soon be the prelude to a home again. The uncertainty will soon bring answers. The sadness will soon become acceptance. The rubble will soon give way to a new foundation. Faith is always present and will accompany us for as long as we hold its hand. Take a deep breath and reach out your hand.

“Sometimes We Are Taken Into Troubled Waters Not to Drown, but to Be Cleansed.”– Unknown

Written for and Published in The Seeds 4 Life.

Standing at the shore, waves makes their way to our feet and begin to pull us into life’s waters. Some of us float right in and some are pulled in by its current. 

This pull takes us without asking if we know how to swim. It introduces us to waves, some towering over our heads giving us the anxiety of anticipation – when will they break and crash onto us? And they always do. Come crashing down, pulling us under and turning our world upside down. We flail in darkness desperately looking for the flickering light to guide us to surface so we can breathe.

And that light is always there. Let me assure you. 

It is always there for those who give in to a moment of surrender. Not to defeat, but to faith. 

Faith that in calmness, that same water which pulled us in and flooded our senses, will also defy gravity so we may float back up to breathe. And once at the surface, we are a changed person. We are survivors. 

We have felt fear and invited faith to meet it. We are aware that darkness exists in a closed mind and light is patiently waiting for us to open ourselves and invite it in. We have heard more in stillness than in chaos. We are renewed. We are cleansed….and we are prepared for the next wave.


Strong with the pain
Strong with the tears
Strong with release
Of all haunting fears

Strong with the love
Strong with the faith
Strong with the certainty
Of life’s flow of change

Strong with the gratitude
Strong with the giving
Strong with the promise
For the soul to keep on living