It’s a curious thing how a life extinguishes in the blow of a candle flame, while a baby takes his first step toward a father’s outstretched arms and another lays his fork on the side of an empty plate.

Dust returns to dust and the parched soul seeds left behind, they crack open in grief. And  He breathes the pain beating back to life, one dark moment at a time fading in the light of blinding love.

I looked into his soul and he allowed it.

The world’s waiting for the light, to be set free from the darkness.

Breathe. Inhale His grace. Exhale His glory.

A friend was prompted to pray for my family this weekend as she was listening to this song.  It blessed me so much I wanted to share it with you: