Breath of Life

ByKevin Kuzma

Breath of Life

6:55 AM. 14° and frost heavy on the ground like the frozen breath of God. Sun not yet risen, but cresting and about to fill the land with light. I’ll be one of the countless creatures to come to life then. His glory suddenly overcoming me out in these hills that roll west and then flatten and roll again to the mountains. God, breathe your life into me. Cold or warm, deep or small, fill up my body with all the spirit you have. I can contain so little of you. But I’m awake. I’m alive. And I’m willing.

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