There is a beat that rustles every free particle of matter. There is a sound that resonates in the drum of every ear where, every spare feeling is charged with waves that make the heart intensify. This announcement is what allows us to change; invites us to imagine what is true and infinitely greater than what our mind can ingest.

Single-handed, we cannot catch or pretend to capture the fleeting, flittering feeling of nonsense. Perhaps, this undeveloped pretension of facts was never ours to embrace. Maybe the sound was ours to chase, to have, to hear.

It is inevitable that we are a people who: find a cost and spend it, choose a race and develop it, create a space and contain it. We fulfill, command, and coop opportunities that were meant to birth freedom. All in all, the possibility for beauty should not be one of chance, but one of purpose.

Identity is a big misunderstanding in our environment. Today, we see creatures of habit seeking to save themselves from the routine of common days and hours and moments. Without notice, life is taken from us. At the end, we are forced to be placed on machines that give, what we let go. Breath.

A breathing body is praise. A beating heart is worship.

It costs to breathe. When everything is suffocating and situational anxiety misplaces your peace that was once so firmly in your grasp. It's effort to let out air when all you want to do is keep it in... But you're not meant to hold what He established you to construct.

Do you remember when He breathed into you? Can you recollect His gift that gave you relief?

And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. Genesis 2:7

Most incredible this moment must have been, to be there at this experience, to feel yourself become alive by the breath of the Creator Himself. Maybe this remarkable day was not meant to be trapped by a moment or even be a memorial for thought. Perhaps, this moment was meant to be a movement that breeds supernatural marvels, a procreation of miracles that beat expectancy and conquer reality as we have perceived it to be.

His heart loved us, beat for us, His mind imagined us, His hands formed us, and His breath established us. It is within His life that we have our own. Losing ourselves and gaining Him is not as one throws waste in a garbage dispenser. Losing ourselves is as one walks through the forest and finds themselves so amazed with their surroundings. Spending hours in the wooded creation, at the sunny beach, in the depths of a cavern is not difficult to be found. Being lost in Him is just more sublime and highly recommended. It's captivating and cultivates the most colorful creations. There's nothing more to be desired. No pain, past, or purpose other than Him can give us life like His breath, His words, His beating heart.

Let His breath fill you so that yours is not toxic to the environment. Let your heart beat to His tune so that your motives are sensible and life-giving.

Too much of your own breath and beat creates hostility, suffocation and confusion:

His is fresh, purposeful and everything you've ever wanted.