I just have to take a deep breath.

Into the chaos, into the week, into the wonder of being a nanny, a friend, a woman, and a daughter of the King.

Sometimes, I just have to take a deep breath.

Deep breath into the work and the calling and the words and the ways to encourage and love and laugh.

Deep breath into the tears and the lonely moments.

Deep breath into standing in the gap alongside friends who have lost their voices, their way.

Deep breath with the boys and the dirt and the incomprehensible ways they find to challenge, to push, to pull, to teach.

Deep breath with the girls and the ruffles and those dramatic moments involving tiaras and gummy bears.

Deep breath with expectations and disappointments.

Deep breath with selfishness and the things I cannot comprehend.

Deep breath with broken bridges.

Deep breath into the deep heart of my Father God who made me and calls me His own. A Father who breathes grace and passion and LIFE into my lungs that rise and fall.

Deep breath.

Deep breath.

Yahweh, I love you.