About 28 years ago I sat with my daughter holding her close to my chest, as she fell asleep. I could hear how her heartbeats started beating with mine, everything around us disappeared as I listened to this little heart in this tiny body, beating in rhythm to mine.
My daughter, my flesh and blood. A gift, given to me from heaven… oh how much my Saviour must love me!
This gift of life lies in my arms.. what greater love can there be than that of a mother? Just as quick as I asked the question, my answer came… The love of my heavenly Father is so much greater… As I sat hearing our two hearts, one rhythm beating in time…
I knew that this was the breath of God in mine. That my heart, beat to the rhythm of the Almighty God, that the Spirit of God was not only in me, but it was also part of me, it was who I was, my DNA ran through it.
As I listen to my heart here where I am sitting today, I can hear the breath of God as it flows through me, and my being expands with the knowledge that I am loved. How can it not, His breath of life breathes for mine. I can truly say the best feeling in the world for a heart is knowing that it is loved. A better feeling is knowing it’s loved by an Almighty God, our heavenly Father, the great I AM.
