i need your breath in my lungs

i've been breathing the stale air of my own opinions and desires for too long now.
it was fine, for a moment. i needed to grieve and there was so much grieve.
for a moment, i'll allow my self that grace.
but it's been months and it's like i've been breathing in and out of a paper bag all this time and trying to make it seem normal. it's not normal. i'm putting the bag down and taking in, slow and steady, the breath of the One who restores and renews.
it's not the easiest thing but with every rise and fall of my chest i am reminded that this is what i was made for.