"And the Lord God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and man became a living being." Genesis 2:7 The Breath of Life is my life source. I'm more than just a combination of chemical elements, of flesh and bone. I am alive. The Breath of life initiated my very being. When I breathe in deeply I inhale the life that God ordained for me since before the creation of the world. I breathe His fragrance, His holy aroma, because he heightens my senses and awareness of his grace and mercy. God breathed into my nostrils and I'm revived. But when I hold my breath, I lose my breath because I'm trying to capture and contain that which is boundless and cannot be controlled. Pursuing the ways of the world, my own selfishness, makes me asthmatic. My soul feels the bearing down pressure to conform to the world. It will not release me without a fight. My depression shortens my breath and brings me humbly to my knees g