“Desperate for Him”

 In Blog, Pam Cavanaugh

A few Sundays ago, in our worship hour, we sang a simple song entitled “Breathe”. It went like this;


This is the air I breathe. This is the air I breathe.
Your holy presence living in me.
This is my daily bread. This is my daily bread.
Your very word spoken to me.

And I,… I’m desperate for You. And I,… I’m lost without You.
This is the air I breathe. This is the air… I breathe.


That song really provoked some serious thoughts for me. The dictionary definition for desperate is; “driven to or from loss of hope – having a very great desire, need, etc.” We have all been there. Sometimes desperation can cause us to become reckless. Have you ever tried to hold your breath and not breathe for a period of time? You can’t go very long.


I think sometimes as Christians we try to hold our breath spiritually. Situations in our lives, whether large or small, seem to overwhelm us, and we start leaning toward despair. The question I ask myself is; “Am I desperate for God?” As the song says; is He the air I breathe: so necessary to survive? When I think of desperate, I get the visual picture from the old westerns of the guy out on the plains or desert who has no water left and is desperate: wanting for a drink of water.


The opposite of desperate, of course, is hope. Colossians 1:27 says, “To whom God would make known what is the riches of the glory of this mystery among the Gentiles, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory.” 2 Corinthains 4:8-10 says, “We are troubled on every side, yet not distressed. We are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; cast down, but not destroyed. Always bearing about in the body the dying of The Lord Jesus, that the life also of Jesus might be made manifest in our body.”


So when those day to day things in our live roll over us like waves, we can have hope in Christ. We can be desperate for Him, driven to have a great desire or need for Christ, the Word. Yes He is the very air I breathe; necessary: His holy presence living in me. He is my daily bread; His very Word spoken to me; my spiritual oasis in a dry and thirsty land.


Pam Cavanaugh

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