Sitting, observing
September 13, 2022•147 words
Just sitting, observing my breath, allowing the Holy Spirit to touch me, being aware of his presence as I am aware of myself.
My thoughts stray to ministry matters, and it's like I'm up and around, being busy, doing stuff, a little stress; but then I realise what has happened and I focus my attention back on to my breath. In, out, in, out, in out.
In this moment of me just being me in the presence of God, the right perspective on life is able to be produced. Life is not mine to have control of. This life is mine as a gift of God, to be directed by him and shaped by him. Events that happen are allowed by him to shape my life. So I go with it, trusting him all the time that he is working for my good in what is happening.