On coming close to the manger…on realizing He did all this because He loved me and wanted me close to Him forever…
I close my eyes, silent myself, and try to just take a trip to that rugged, messy stable. I try to feel the air, smell the muck, and hear the sounds. I want to know, what would my response be…what is my response to His love now?
Even now, after years of hearing this, His Story…hiStory, when I take myself there, I have no words. The actions I have are very few; in fact the only one I know for sure that I have is…breath. I bow…I breathe. I stand…I breathe. I smile…I breathe. I tear up…I breathe. I sing…I breathe. I selah…I breathe. The very love that should leave me breath-less, actually always causes me to breathe – to have life. It is the origin of breath – the song of breathing that causes You to see deeper into Your created purpose; your very life is found right there in the inhale and the exhale. In…YH…exit…WH.
So, at the base of the manger and the foot of the cross, I may have many postures and displays of praise, but always…always this one thing – I BREATHE.