I remembered to breathe tonight. It’s something I tend to forget more often than not. It’s also something that is really important in the whole “living” thing.
I remembered to take a second to stop and breathe in a huge gust of wind, let it penetrate deep, deep into my lungs, let it move around a little and really fill up my insides, and then I let it out in a huge, powerful sigh.
And you know something? It felt good.
And it worked.
Tonight could have been filled with pessimism, but remembering the important things in life, remembering I am loved well, and that God is with me always, no matter what, really just made everything else disappear. I kept my chin up. I need to remember to remember sometimes, and it’s something I’m working on, and tonight?
Tonight I think I did a damn good job.
If God is for me, who can be against me?