The Dream Breather
It started as a conversation with my head having just hit the pillow…
I was seeking, asking, had laid it all bare at His feet.
Such desperation to my questions!
I was beginning to drop. Going deeper, deeper, into the opaque expanse…
I had nothing in myself, nothing to offer. No gifts, no talents and no suggestions. No clue…
Wanting desperately to achieve the purpose for which I was created, “Here am I, send me!”
Must throw off this life jacket! (and I did!)…
Going deeper and deeper…such wonderful weightlessness!
So completely detached of self, fears, memories, insecurities…Blissful antigravity!
I was not alone. For He heard me, every word. And I dropped lower and lower again…Fully submerged!
Then I felt the presence of the Dream Breather. (I had met Him before!)…
He was right beside me and I did not move away but remained as still as could be. No need to move, must not!
I felt His holy breath, warm upon my ear. Safe, yet full of glory, power and authority, as He breathed hope and reassurance into my parched and needy soul.
I had sought Him, drew close to Him, and He drew close to me. Breathing peace and companionship into this restless, helpless vessel, and nothing mattered anymore.
Nothing else could ever matter save for eternity…
