Pour Out.

Have you ever heard a song, with lyrics so smooth, they flowed through your soul, like wind bustles over a field of wheat? Each word prancing over areas of your insides, bobbing and weaving, moving, nudging you in ways you never knew words could? Perhaps you were in the midst of a devastating breakup, or struggling with significant loss, with which you grieved heavily, and suddenly, lyrics reached you when no other soothing technique had worked.

When I was a teenager, a good friend and I were fighting over a very dashing boy. Important to note here, he was not at all dashing, now that I look back on this situation. Anyhow, this 16 year old boy single handedly managed to disengage our friendship, playing us against one other like chess pieces on a marble board. This teenage 90’s version of the bachelor, took place in the height of the Bryan McKnight era. His latest hit, “Back-at One” played on every station hourly, and even more readily on repeat on my Ford Escort CD player. To save you from the tedious, embarrassing details of this soap opera, I will fast forward to the part where teenage Bachelor chooses my ex-best friend over me. I was utterly devastated, shell shocked. Months of mental strategy, stress, puppy love, were now over. During the peek of my heartbreak, over what I swore was the worst pain I’d ever felt in my life, I some how managed to cleverly generate new lyrics to Mr. McKnights Number 1 hit. I did his song, absolutely no justice, however; these twisted, childish, petty lyrics, seemed to perform a miracle. They allowed healing to flood over my very first ever broken heart. They allowed me to laugh a little and ease my mind of the constant soundtrack heartbreak creates. I teetered back and forth on wether I’d share these ingenious lyrics with you. I shall not. Really you’re missing nothing.

What I will share are the lyrics that sparked this thought.

“You give life, You are love

You bring light to the darkness

You give hope, You restore

Every heart that is broken

Great are You, Lord.

It’s Your breath in our lungs

So we pour out our praise

We pour out our praise

It’s your breath in our lungs

So we pour out our praise.”

It’s Your breath in my lungs…As I sang these lyrics this morning in church, as the truth spilled from my lips, I suddenly came alive with the factuality of these words. This breath that fills my lungs, every second of every day does not belong to me. It is not mine. I am here for a purpose that is not found in a job, or paying bills, or making money. My purpose is not in any of these mindless tasks. I am here to pour out praise. To pour out abundant praise in everything that I do. In my actions, my thoughts, my words, my movements. Every single thing that I do should pour out praise to my creator! It is His breath in my lungs. As I mother my children, it should be to the glory of Him. As I approve invoices or load the dishwasher, I should be doing it to praise Him.

Life is so full of events, timelines, plans, that is becomes so easy to lose sight of what matters. To become distracted. We get caught up in cycles, routines, lies that cloud our vision until we can no longer see what really matters. Heartbreak, loss, hurt, life issues it’s bumps and bruises and over time they desensitize us to the beauty of our purpose. He intended so much more and it begins by the realization of we are made of. We are made up of the breath of God.

Sister, use your breath to pour out praise. Be who He fashioned you to be.

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Mage means magician, what a great way to describe the job of a momma! I’m just one momma making magic, juggling the business of life, trying to embolden other mommas along the way.

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