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Breathe with me | A reminder

I'm in a better place today than I was 1, 2, 3 years ago. When they say time heals all wounds, they weren't kidding. (I wish they would have stressed HOW MUCH time...)

With Jesus as my guide, I am rebuilding myself from pieces old and new. I find sparks of childlike wonder, and I can't help but look to the Creator in awe. You formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. (Psalm 139:13)

For all the time I spend stressing about where I am compared to where I want to be, I can still force myself to step back and not take everything so seriously. Autopilot and the buzz of routine switch off to the point where it's just me and the wild flowers. The bees and the breeze. Planet Earth beneath my feet. Fresh air in my lungs.

Breathe with me.

Slow down. Let's not grow up so fast.
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  1. Ella Marie28.10.17

    Ahh, this is such a nice reminder. Sometimes I just won't stop moving, but rest is a good thing. If you let yourself recuperate for a while, then you end up having more energy in the long run.

    Ella Marie

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