Thursday, October 3, 2013

Breath of God

This morning at 7:15 he had to be at the hospital for breathing tests. An hour later he had to meet with his pulmonologist, who had refused to sign the authorization for him to fly to Chicago until she had evaluated him.

Many people were praying for Dad this last week, praying that he would be strong this morning and that he would be able to go.

Dad himself was quite calm. He had already sought God's will about going to Chicago, and had agreed to speak at the wedding, to be held on the 18th, as well as twice on the 20th morning at the church he and I love.

God had told him to go, and so Dr R would of course sign off on the trip.

And - of course - she did.

I woke up this morning with an old, simple hymn playing in my head:

Breathe on me breath of God
Fill me with life anew
That I may love what Thou dost love
And do what Thou wouldst do

Breathe on me breath of God
Until my heart is pure
Until with Thee I will one will
To do and to endure

Breathe on me breath of God
Till I am wholly Thine
Till all this earthly part of me
Glows with Thy fire divine

Breathe on me breath of God
So shall I never die
But live with Thee the perfect life
Of Thine eternity

  • Edwin Hatch | Robert Jackson

How could I have forgotten, even for an instant? How could I have so much as entertained the slightest doubt that when God tells Dad to go somewhere and to do something, He might not also see to it that Dad will have all the obstacles cleared from his path?

God continues to give Dad breath, continues to breathe power onto his ministry. 

For this I am suffused with gratitude.

Here is Steve Green's beautiful rendition of this prayerful song:



  1. "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God!" Joy and thanksgiving indeed! ... Glowing with fire divine! So shall he never die, walking and breathing God's breath. Thanks for sharing, Karyn. Love you xx

  2. Praying for his health continuously

  3. Praying for good health for Uncle. Awesome, he is able to go to Chicago. I know the rest of his children are excited to see him and hear his words of wisdom.
    Love, Sarah

  4. Karyn, hello from Nova Scotia, That is such a beautiful hymn and I am right now praying for both you and your dad.
    I just had to tell you, that today we were walking through our little town and I pointed out two small china tea sets in a window to Aneliese. She stopped and enjoyed looking at them for a few minutes and then we continued on our walk. Suddenly, she sighed and then smiled. "Do you remember the tea sets that Karyn always used to give me to have my tea in?" And so we chatted a little more about you and her memories of those special tea sets. That year when we came to the tea house many weekends was a time when Aneliese was so little but so unwell. It was a hard time for us and our visits to you with those little tea pots was a bright spot of love for both she and I. She was two and a half then and now, as a strong, healthy and happy five and a half year old she still treasures those little memories. I've told you thank you before but again, as Aneliese's mama I can't tell you thank you enough for having a place in your heart for her during that time.

  5. May he get new strength to go along. Pray for you all.


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