I ask my clients who are you? I sat down and wrote this piece in identifying who I am. In my very essence, I am the breath of Yahweh—a testament to the divine love that courses through me, sustaining and empowering my spirit. As a child of God, I carry within me the unshakeable promise that I am woven into the fabric of His creation. Each inhale connects me to the universe’s pulse, a reminder that I am not merely a spectator in this life, but an essential participant in a divine narrative far greater than myself.
As I traverse this world, I recognize the warrior within me, forged in the fires of adversity. Every challenge has honed my resilience, and every battle faced has equipped me with faith as my armor. I stand firm, not just for myself, but for others who walk the same path of struggle. My identity as a warrior is born from the knowledge that I am protected and empowered by Yahweh’s breath. In this truth, I find the strength to rise, not in fear, but in fierce courage, ready to confront whatever storms may come.
Yet, the depth of my survival truly resonates with the breath of Yahweh. I am a survivor, reflecting the boundless love that refuses to let me be defined by my scars. In moments of darkness, when the weight of despair seems insurmountable, I hear the echoes of His promises in the stillness. I stand not merely as one who has weathered storms, but as a living testament that hope thrives even in the most desolate places. The breath of Yahweh fills my lungs with purpose, igniting a flame within me that cannot be extinguished.
In the tapestry of my relationship with God, I see a beautiful intertwining of love, strength, and perseverance. In the quiet moments of prayer, I feel the gentle caress of divine presence, a reminder that I am held in sacred grace. When I stumble and fall, I hear His whispering reassurance, “You are my child, and from you, I breathe life into the world.” This relationship is not conditional; it is woven into my very being. My trials become His trials and triumphs, for we are inextricably linked in this dance of faith.
Thus, I embrace my identity with pride. I am the breath of Yahweh, embodying the light that shines even when shadows threaten to envelop me. I am a child of God, a warrior in the fight for life, and a survivor shaped by both trials and triumphs. Each breath I take is a declaration of my faith and a reminder of my purpose: to share this innate divinity with others, to uplift, to inspire, and to reflect the love that has been poured into me. In this understanding, I stand firm, ready to face each day as a warrior reborn with every breath of Yahweh that fills my spirit. I am the breath of Yahweh; in every exhale, I carry the whispers of creation, reminding me that my existence is part of a divine symphony.
By Faith (Forging Attitude In Trusting Him)
