Driving down the road  to the lake house, I past a row of houses with their linen white, and hanging from cords drawn tightly between metal poles, and I remember those days.


Days of carrying wicker basket heavy with wet clothing and a young baby on top, to the line to hang diapers, tee shirts, jeans, and sheets.  The fragrance of sheets, kissed by the sun and embraced by the gentle breeze is like no other.  My, how life has changed.


Carrying a cooing child, in a Moses basket, with that which was pulled from the water, to dry in the heat of day – and I think of Jocebed.  How many times did she place Moses in the basket, them pull him out not wanting to surrender him to any other woman?  Then the daughter of Levi, hands her son to the daughter of Pharaoh to be raised as an Egyptian and not a Hebrew.


Did she hear the story of him killing a man?  Did her heart grieve that the son she placed in the water to preserve would now be hung out to dry by the ways of the Egyptian world?


I wonder if she carried that basket to hang laundry, and looking toward the palace, tried to catch a glimpse of her son.  Did Jocebed fully come up off of her knees in prayer for Moses?


Or did she, as she strained her eyes to see any movement in the palace, while she bent the knees of her heart, to whispers breath prayers to God to remember the one living a false life as an Egyptian.


She was a daughter of Levi, granddaughter of Abraham, the chosen people, a lineage of priests, and her youngest son survived the genocide, only to live as someone who was not a Hebrew; a descendent of Abraham, living a false identity as a gentile.


Did she live long enough to see Moses living as the man she knew he could be – the man who God had created him to be?


A Breath prayer is a prayer whispered into the air and found immediately in the throne room of God.  It is short in duration and yet never-ending.

It is calling the name of God into a situation, or sending the promise of God to cover a situation…or a loved one.


There is a name of God for each situation that we find.


And for my own children I whisper Breath Prayers all day.


You are ElroiYou seeYou are Deliverer.  You are Author and finisher of faith.  You are Rabboni you teach my children in the way they should go.


All day, I whisper Breath Prayers.


It is been many long years that I have bent the knees of my heart.


And, at times, I have strained my eyes to get a glimpse of my children so far away, both physically and spiritually, as I continue cleaning the laundry of my soul before the Lord.  Continually calling His name into each desert or lake my children travel into.


You, Lord, are Jehovah-Shammah (God who is ever-present), and you are my Jehovah-Shalom (God who is peace).


And I am sitting here at the lake, thinking about all these things, and a song begins to sway through my mind and soul, and rising to the top I begin to sing,


Great is thy faithfulness, O, God, my Father…









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Diane W. Bailey is the founder of The Consilium – an online community of wisdom and purpose for women over 45 years of age. She is a published author. Her books include String of Pearls – From Tears to Treasure, and 30 Days To A Better Stepfamily. She creates her own line of precious metals bracelets. Diane lives in the Deep South with her husband Doc. Together they have created a stepfamily, each having two stepchildren and two birth children, and share three grandchildren, one black lab named Charlie and one long haired tabby cat named Lil Girl. Diane’s passion is to encourage women to be all God has created them to be by pressing past fear and daring to live life as an adventure. Some of her life adventures include traveling to Israel, speaking, entrepreneurship and backyard farming with Doc. She loves Gumbo, fried shrimp and seeing all sunsets across water.

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