“His Life Through Mine”

Lungs.

Expanding as they rise.

Up.

Down.

In.

Out.

Taking in His life.

Breathing out mine.

Heart.

Pulsating.

Circulating.

Bump, bump.

What flowed through Jesus’ veins now flows through mine.

Jesus not only died my eternal death.

He died for my everyday life.

And now I can smile.

To myself and at others.

And I can savor the good things in life,

reminisce about good memories.

You wouldn’t know that I am focusing, but I AM.

I AM focusing. Focusing.

I AM aligning with the Kingdom,

moment-to-moment with purpose,

with creative intention.

With every step, I AM leaving traces of Him-

Of love.

Of kindness.

Of hope.

Of peace.

Step.

I AM like a subtle fragrance that lingers

while heads turn and it shifts the environment.

His force breaks out of me and shakes the atmosphere and it’s one to be reckoned with.

What could be happening in the heavens above me and around me, behind a dimension that I cannot see?

Worlds collide, where kindness melts cruelty.

And I AM confident.

My eyes are up.

My shoulders are back.

I AM letting go of all that doesn’t matter anymore.

This is reality. My reality.

Can I stay here everyday, in this real life?

Real life.

My life.

His life through mine.