INHALE THE BREATH OF HEAVEN

Nineteen years ago, my sweet, faithful mom hugged me for the last time, then released me into the arms of her Jesus, Who has held me ever since.

While being held didn’t stop the pain, His presence whispered in my ear, “You are not alone, my dear. You are not alone.” 

He pulled me tighter while I wrestled with the injustice of it all-life cut short, so many things left unsaid.

In the strong arms of my Savior, I wailed, beat clenched fists on His chest, and sobbed until my heart was hollow.

Then, He tenderly rocked me back and forth, back and forth, through days of silent darkness until my soul was hushed.

Nineteen years ago, death dared to snuff out my faith, but the Breath of Heaven breathed life into me. 

This is the song that became my prayer. 

And this is the song the three of us will dance to again in Heaven one sweet day. 

Because it's a Christmas love story, really, not a tragedy-a tale of eternal hope between Mom, Jesus, and me. 

Breath of Heaven 

by Chris Eaton, Amy Grant

(an excerpt)

I am waiting in a silent prayer

I am frightened by the load I bear

In a world as cold as stone

Must I walk this path alone

Be with me now

Be with me now

Breath of heaven

Hold me together

Be forever near me

Breath of heaven

Breath of heaven

Lighten my darkness

Pour over me your holiness

For you are holy

Breath of heaven

Do you wonder as you watch my face

If a wiser one should have had my place

But I offer all I am

For the mercy of your plan

Help me be strong

Help me be

Help me