I remember how it felt.
Knees slightly bent, pulled up–reclining against his chest. It was almost time, but not quite. Anticipation, fear, excitement…the air thick with these. We practiced giving birth.
“I want you to find something in the room…” she said. “It can be anything. Focus on that object. What color is it? How big? What is the shape? Do not take your eyes off that focal point. Now…breathe.”
And I did. Pulled air from outside in, felt invisible tendrils inhabit lungs and blood and tissue. In went fear, transforming into something altogether different as it traveled through my body and reached the exhalation point through parted lips.
“Breathe through,” she said.
It seemed so easy.
But when the time came, it was not so. Who could anticipate such pain? Such deep soul-pain can make one forget the practice. I wanted to hold my breath. I wanted to stop breathing at all.
“Breathe through,” he whispered—my love, my coach. I crushed his hand in mine. “Are you focusing?”
Breathe through. Focus. I needed my husband to coach me—to remind me. And in the focusing, the breathing came easier. Such a sweet reward to labor’s end almost makes me forget the pain. But not quite.
Birthing a dream is no less painful. A different pain, yes, but one that runs deep. Where would we be without our Dream Coaches? The ones who remind us to breathe. The ones who encourage and teach and cheer and groan right alongside? The ones who remind us Where to focus? Who lead us to that place where our hearts connect with the heart of the Father?
Breathe through, the Dream Coach whispers.
I choose my Focal Point. It cannot be just anything. Only one thing—One Person—can transform this pain into something beautiful.
But sometimes my eyes stray. And I forget to breathe. Desire and fear flood lungs…threaten to break open fleshy confines and gush forth.
Breathe through, they whisper.
So I do. It’s not that easy. But, one breath at a time, I go on. And they cheer.
I learn to breathe again.
Have you heard about the Dream Coaches? Ann calls them midwives–they help to birth the dream. In July they will gather at the SheSpeaks conference to help lead others and each other to the heart of God. I’ve never met a group of women more generous in sharing their knowledge and resources to help other women realize their dream of glorifying God through writing, speaking, and ministry. Visit Ann to learn about a scholarship opportunity. And friend? May your birthing be sweet. I am honored to come alongside you and coach you along.