“Yes, love?”
“Will you lay down with me?”
His sweet voice drew me in.  I snuggled in with my firstborn and I quickly fell asleep. Only a short time passed before I was abruptly awoken by the Lord. My son snuggled close to me—wide awake. I said nothing to him, yet something strangely familiar was resonating in my spirit.
“What is it Lord?”
Do you remember?
Before I could respond it was as if the Lord pushed play on an old dusty movie reel and I became a spectator to a life long forgotten thirty years earlier…
Sleepy-eyed she climbed the stairs to her parent’s bedroom. Pushing their door open she tiptoed in and stood by her father’s bed side. Hidden in the shadows of the night she quietly whispered to him.
Startled awake her father reached for his glasses to see who stood near. His cleared vision focused on a small figure in front of him. It was his little girl with her troubled eyes. He knew it was her. She always came to him in the night— always trembling—always frightened.
“Another bad dream, Pooh?”

“Yes, Daddy. Can I sleep with you?”
He opened his arms and she crawled in. Relieved she was no longer alone she nestled up next to her father. She knew she was safe. Yet she could not escape the memory of the nightmare. Hearing her father fall back to sleep, she lay awake wide-eyed with haunting thoughts. The house was dead silent except for one distinctive sound—her father’s breathing.
The little girl listened attentively to the hum of her father inhale and exhale.
In. Out. In. Out.
She was fixated on the tempo. She noticed how different his pattern of breathing was compared to her own. His long and noisy puffs of air contrasted greatly to her short quiet ones. With determination she began to imitate his breathing pattern.
In. Out. In. Out.
It had a strange calming affect on the little girl. She would continue to breathe with him until the vibration of her father’s heart diverted her. She then contemplated for what seemed like an eternity how she could manipulate her heart to beat in sync with his.
The little girl concentrated so intensely on her father’s breathing and heartbeat she soon forgot about the bad dreams and eventually drifted off to a deep and peaceful rest.
The movie reel stopped and the past faded into the present.
I remember. I remember countless nights of my childhood spent breathing in sync with my father. I looked down at my boy beside me and sensed the Lord near.
My heart quickened. It was the sound I heard when the Lord woke me. My son was intentionally aligning his own breathing pattern to match mine.
“Lord, what does all this mean?”
Beloved, you need to come into alignment with Me.
His words resonated deep in my soul.
Aligning with the Father is both powerful and vulnerable —it is a position of intimacy. When I come into alignment I am close enough to feel His breath on my face as He speaks my true identity over me. Even close enough to hear His heart beat of His great love for me.
This supernatural alignment only occurs when I choose to wake up from the bad dream, climb the stairs of the throne room, and crawl into the Father’s lap. It is only in Him where I will find a deep and peaceful rest.
I’m already awake, so I’m off to start the climb…
How about you?
Reflective Scripture
God’s Spirit touches our spirits and confirms who we really are. We know who He is, and we know who we are: Father and children.
Romans 8:15 Message
How great is the love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are! 1 John 3:1 NIV
“I will be a Father to you, and you will be my sons and daughters, says the Lord Almighty. 2 Corinthians 6:18 NIV

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