It’s Your Breath In Our Lungs…

It’s Your Breath In Our Lungs…

“It’s your breath in our lungs, so we pour out our praise to you only….”

Hey y’all

I don’t know if anybody reading this know what it feels like to not be able to breathe. Like to the point where you see stars and the room around you starts to look dim…. Up until a week ago I would’ve able to confidently say that I didn’t know what it feels like either…. until it happened. I had been battling flu like symptoms for a few weeks and any time that the weather gets pretty cold my asthma starts to act up. So flu like symptoms+ asthma equalled a recipe for disaster.  I went to bed like any other night, but during the night I began having trouble breathing . I tried propping myself up on pillows , sipping water, essential oils… to no avail. Around 3 am I again woke up and tried to take a breath… and could not. My lungs were so restricted that the air was having an extremely hard time getting through. So naturally, reached to my bedside vanity for my inhaler… no inhaler. Crawled out of bed to my purse… could not find an inhaler. Somehow in the fog I remembered I left the inhaler in the family room… upstairs…. 

Long story short I was able to crawl ( yes literally crawl) up the stairs and get some assistance and my inhaler. But the few moments where air wasn’t getting through, I saw my life literally flash before me. In that moment I realized how much I took something as simple as breathing without restriction for granted. 

This past weekend I went to a Young Adults Retreat my church organization put on, which I sang on the worship team.  Flu like symptoms+asthma makes it pretty hard to sing as you can probably imagine. On the Saturday evening I began having the same reaction except this time my inhaler was giving me no relief. I didn’t share this with anyone but my roommates/ church sister friends knew something was up.  I kept getting up to go outside to get air into my lungs.  Rough night of sleep ( as my roommates could tell you ) but I woke up Sunday fed up with feeling crappy. 

The worship team sang a song that morning  where the lyrics of the chorus are ” It’s your breath in our lungs, so we pour out our praise to you only..”  Coincidence? No I think not. I’d like to think it was a little nudge from God of what I needed to focus my prayers on that morning. As the speaker made an altar call, he called for us to anoint ourselves with oil and pray in earnest for what we needed.

Naturally, I began to cry out to God for my health issues and also the health issues of my parents.  Would you believe when I rose from prayer , and I went to go and sit beside my homegirl ( hey dreadie!) she said she had felt a desire to pray for me since Friday evening.  Keep in mind I had not shared any of my health struggles of late with her. Would you believe that her obedience to pray for me, led her to pray literally the exact prayer I prayed for myself!??!  She prayed out fears about myself that I had not shared with ANYBODY on earth. Nobody can tell me that God isn’t real and that He isn’t listening to prayer and the cries of your heart.  Almost instantly after she prayed for me I felt like a weight lifted off of my chest and I COULD BREATHE FREELY! I have never experienced anything like in my life. Who else but God? To top it off I have not used any inhaler since Sunday! God is good!

This is my praise report! I have felt God’s healing hands on my physical body. This entire experience served as a reminder that the air in my lungs are gifted from God. I will forever pour out praise to God for what He has done and will continue to do for me! 

And he said to her, “Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace. Your suffering is over.”

Great are you LORD!


Take advantage of the breath in your lungs. Time is not promised to anyone young or old. Use it for its intended purpose. To worship. To speak life not death. To pour out love everywhere you go…  To Just Love Them Anyway! ❤

Be Blessed Y’all!





Watching CNN… looking at my Facebook feed and just really pondering the plight this world is in… just a few of my thoughts in prose…


Too many of us are dying out here in the streets,
By the hands of people who don’t give a damn about keeping the peace…

Too many of us are being harassed for barbecuing or selling water
…in front of our  own building

Or sleeping in the common lounge of the institute of learning we attend
Or having a roommate do deplorable things to our toiletries instead

Or having the police called on us because we look like we don’t belong,
In the affluent neighbourhood where we’ve rented a home

The ones who said they would serve and protect ,
Are doing just about anything to break our necks #handsupdontshoot”

Too many of us are dying at the hands of thugs
Who don’t even care about our  lives,  only about selling drugs

Too many of us are dying on account of street CRED
Not worrying about who they’ve  hurt or misled

Too many of us are dying at the hands of our own
Like Rodney King said , “Can’t we all just get along?”

Too many mothers are burying their sons
Too many dreams cut short by the trigger of a gun..

Too many places are now deemed unsafe
What on earth have we done to this place??

Tupac said it best; It’s time for us to make some changes !
But some of us don’t wanna listen!

 I don’t wanna listen to the CNN reports ..,
I don’t want to see the #RestInPeaceSoAndSo’s

I don’t want any more Trayvon‘s or Mike Brown’s or Juniors or Philandro’s
Being talked about on the radio…

I want to see more Harvard grads
And another black president..

I want more people to see the beauty that this culture represents!


If we don’t get it together… They never will








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