So my sister Mary Beth has had her second child. Aralynn Rose McKinney came quite a bit earlier than expected and weighed in at a whopping 3 lbs 9 oz.
God has gone each step of the way with this little one, as she is progressing towards being strong enough to breathe on her own and control her temperature on her own (without an incubator).
I did a little research around the day she was born and found out the the smallest baby to survive preterm birth was 10 ounces.
I can't even fathom that but what I do know is that God loves to breathe life. He does it everyday in NICUs (though some will not make it). Who would've thought 30 years ago that we'd be able to rescue these wee little God-creations?
God breathes life in other things too. He first breathed life into me at age 17. He has breathed life into my story which is filled with heartache and pain.
Our God met with Ezekiel in Ezekiel 37 and breathed new life into dead and bleached bones.
Here's the thing, sometimes we try to be the one who breathes life into things, people, situations. But it is God who does that. What would happen if we'd stop trying to blow up balloons that have holes in them and instead looked for where God was breathing?
No more trying to do ministry because its the way its always been done.
No more banging our heads or spinning our wheels on problems with systems.
No more trying to "bring people to Christ".
Simply let the Breath of Life fill your lungs and the overflow of an abundant and obedient life will be lifegiving.
What dead bones are you trying to breathe new life into?