There Was No Plan

December 12, 2017

There Was No Plan

For one of the few times in my life, there was no plan, no escape from my current situation in my life.

The Bible says that God formed man from the dust of the earth. Before he became a living being, God had to breath the breath of life into him. Before that he was just a ball of dust. Then there was just him and God.

I believe that a baby is not truly alive until they inhale that first breath of life. Evident to my belief, globally, there are a million or more still born babies every day. So when that new born takes that first breath of life, that breath of life that anything in existence can't live without, it becomes just them and God. The one thing that won't abandon you in life is the breath of God until your last breath when you return to him.

In this world, no matter what fucked up shit you've done, no matter how many people have abandoned you, every time you take a breath, God is with you. He is that breath. God is the only guaranteed existence in your life as surely as you breath. Your parents can abandon you (the orphanages and foster care are full). Your husband or wife can divorce you. Your children can grow up and hate you or even try to kill you for monetary reasons.

But when there's no plan, no escape from a negative situation, no one to have your back, no one to give a shit about you, people praying for your downfall, but when you take that deep breath, God is there to protect you. He is the breath of life.

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