Five-Minute Friday brings the challenge of the word, EXHALE.
Ready – Set – Go:
Pushing . . . pounding . . . pressure.
Her hands whirled over my back with rhythmic furor.
And, all I was called to do was to just lay there. Prostrate. Motionless.
Allowing her trained fingers, knuckles and fists to do their work.
Breaking my knots.
Those things that had bound my back and shoulders. Constricted tightness. Radiating pain.
The taut expression on my face and the constant squirm to get comfortable would soon know relief.
“Breath in and hold.” she gently instructed.
I did so.
Then – POW and PUSH! More like a “shove” actually. The pressure hit its mark and I felt the toxins break within like a firework in the sky splitting into hundreds of little pieces before dissipating to nothing.
“Slowly . . . exhale . . .”
I did so.
And, I knew the value of letting go in the hands of a master.
“So I went down to the potter’s house, and I saw him working at the wheel. But the pot he was shaping from the clay was marred in his hands; so the potter formed it into another pot, shaping it as seemed best to him.”
Lord, I often find myself full of the toxins inherent in this worldly existence. Pollutants pain me, marring my effectiveness for you, and imprison my joy. Cause me to Trust the pressure of your Providential hand in my life. To know your gentle voice when it calls me to inhale your cleansing touch. Silent. Submitting. So, only those things that have bound me in pain and imperfection might be exhaled. And, I will be freed to breathe easy.
Sharing Pounding Imperfection this week with:
Sandra Heska King on Still Saturday
Janis Cox on Sunday Stillness
Charlotte on Spiritual Sunday