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How To Breathe

By Lisa Fitts
By Herbert Yoo
By Cymone Canada
By Dave Grogan
By Arnie Fenton
By Dan Millner
By Alex Joseph
By Samantha Harton
By Bailey Catone
By Colin Campbell
By Barb Harris
By Mark Mercer
By Sereena Bexley
By Vennecia Jackson
By Mary Lata Thottukadavil
By Michael Agnew
By Kristie Davis
By AJ Jerkins
By Caroline Smiley
By Kathy Whitthorne
By Dawn Johnson
By DJ Newman
By Mary Weyand
By Rob Nickell
By Kathy Whitthorne
By Nila Odom
By Sherene Joseph Rajadurai
By Kristi Sheffy
By Sharon Arrington
By Sarah Crawford
By Betsy Paul
By Angel Piña
By Elizabeth Piña
By Chris Kuykendall
By Matt Holland
By Jessie Yearwood
By Brian Severski
By Brian Arrington
By Will Meier
By Clint Calhoun
By Jen Mayes
By Jim Henry
By Kevin Harwood
By Leah Vanhorn
By Janett Miller
By Isaac Harris
By Chad Golden
By Jonathan Cortina
By Kuruvilla (K.O.) Oommen
By John Dyer
By Abe Paul
By Lauren Geppert
By Jennifer Durrett
By Jill Asibelua
By Jared Barnett
By Paul Martin
By Norm Headlam
By Kristi Herring
By Sissy Mathew
By Shannon Pugh
By Al Palamara
By Michelle Garza
By Armando Galvan
By Camille Holland
By Rod Myers
By Crystal Elwell
By Darcy Peterson
By Jason Elwell
By Barry Jones
By Bryan Eck
By Tricia Kinsman
By Craig Pierce
By Jim Woodward
By Andy McQuitty
By Kevin Dial
By Corbin Pierce
By Claire St. Amant
By Julie K. Rhodes
By Anonymous
By Jasmine Bibbs
By Debra Fournerat
By Kat Armstrong
By Jeffery Link
By Courtney Faucett
By Lenae Moore
By Tiffany Stein
By Andy Webb
By Catherine Boyle
By Catherine & Elizabeth Downing
By Gerald Ridgway
By Jill Hoenig
By Sunitha John
By Tarrin Henry
By RozeLee Rugh
By Beverly Hogan
By Kendra Cordero
By Lisa Gajewski
By Bonnie Goree
By Young-Sam Won
By Chris Beach
By Tom Rugh
By Nick Vuicich
By Andy Franks
By Lead Team
By Jason Roszhart
By Harvard Medical School
By Justin K. Hughes, MA, LPC
By Sherene Joseph
By Earl Davidson
By Rebecca Perry
By Joe Padilla
By Christian Melendez
By Bruce Riley
By Isaac Harris
By Amy Leadabrand
By Ben Haile
By Shaun Robinson
By Natalie Franks
By Cathy Barnett
By Ryan Sanders
By Casey Pruet, The Grace Alliance
By Sharon Arrington
By Lauren Chapin
By Betsy Paul
By Alberto Negron
By Kelly Jarrell
By Michelle Mayes
By Jenn Wright
By Jill Jackson
By Terri Moore
By Robyn Wise
By Katherine Holloway
By Richard Ray
By Kurtlery Knight
By Bruce Hebel
By Neil Tomba
By Tony Bridwell
By Grayson McGovern
By Luke Donohoo
By Kathy Whitthorne
By Mike Moore
By Wade Raper
By Mike Gwartney
By Jo Saxton
By Dieula Previlon
By Jonathan Cude
By Ken Lawrence
By Jay Hohfeler
By Barb Haesecke
By Lindsay Casillas
By JoAnn Hummel
By Shawn Small
By Alice McQuitty
By Jonathan Murphy
By Peggy Norton
By Brent McKinney
By Irving Bible Church
By Irving Bible Church
By Ashley Tieperman
By Betsy Nichols
By Trey Grant
By Debbie Lucien
By Sue Edwards
By Suzie Robinson
By Paul Smith

“It took me 75 years to find contentment,” she said, glancing around the table. We were listening, our pens ready to write wisdom.

“How did you finally find it?” our table leader asked.

My friend, who is 77 years old, shrugged her shoulders like someone who has decided on this watermelon over that watermelon at the supermarket — and answered: 

“I gave up my right to understand.”

It wasn’t that she had given up her right to possess this or that thing, this circumstance or that bank account, this physical health or that material advantage. It had nothing to do with getting something she wanted at all.  

A few weeks ago, I was stricken by a sudden, shooting pain through my neck into my right shoulder. I could barely turn my head; it was life-by-Advil. After a couple trips to a very excellent chiropractor, the verdict was in: I was BREATHING wrong. 

Did you know the human body carries itself around bearing the weight of a small car in metric tons of atmosphere? “That’s a lot of pressure on the human body,” said my doctor, even for athletes and people with titanium bolted into their joints. Of which I am neither.

But it wasn’t the ton of weight bearing down upon me that caused the excruciating pain; it was just the simple act of breathing. I was doing it wrong. I was tensing up my throat muscles. My THROAT. Instead of using my diaphragm, the thing designed to breathe, I was relying on muscles that were never meant to work that way. After a few days of very simple breathing exercises—and intense deep-tissue massage—my pain was completely gone.  

I think we do the same thing with our spiritual muscles. We use soul-strength we were never meant to use just trying to understand. 

We think: 

I can live without X if I can JUST SEE its grander purpose in Y. 

If I could JUST SEE, understand, and comprehend this deficit, then I could relax in that surplus. 

We strain to JUST SEE, squinting our tired eyes. We have the weight of the world bearing down on us and we try to understand it, but our spirits don’t have the structural integrity. Pain explodes.

I think when the apostle Paul says in Philippians 4 that he has “learned the secret to being content in any and every situation,” he has discovered what my friend Carolyn is coming upon herself, and what my body is coming upon with my new way of breathing. He was content not because he wasn’t in need or under pressure. It was just that he let that be the end. He didn’t take it the step further, the step beyond trust, the step of seeking rationale. He had given up and relaxed, the way you relax when you’re talking with a friend and suddenly the present moment—the wine, the conversation, the laughter—is most important. Paul’s secret was Jesus himself, the presence (and power) of a person he trusted more than he trusted his own ideas about a life that makes sense.

I have a hard time with this, especially around Thanksgiving. Sure, I can make my list of things for which I’m grateful. Can’t we all? But I struggle to live a truly contented life as someone who’s not only thankful—but truly relaxed in my Right Now. Knowing Christ: that’s the key, apparently. Paul thought so: “I consider everything as loss compared to the possession of the priceless privilege—the overwhelming preciousness, the surpassing worth and supreme advantage—of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord.” (Phil. 3:8, AMP)

Maybe here’s the problem with JUST SEEING the reason why I lost that baby or lost that job or lost that marriage or lost my mind: the reason might not be good enough—for me. Even if I understood. If I don’t already know and trust Christ deeply, even the reasons themselves could perhaps be more frightening than the original thing; cruel and unusual at worst and unsatisfying at best. We might not have the muscles yet to bear up under those reasons. Yet.

But Jesus? He’s given us the skeletal structure and muscular overlay to know him right here, right now. He’s available, even when explanations are not. My soul, with its rivets and angles and supporting beams, was designed to know him, engineered to interact with him, fashioned to experience him. Not someday, but today, in all its fullness. 

It’s a secret worth telling.

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