I see them when I wake up and it is his voice I hear. I see it when I switch the pen caps and laugh. I see it when someone talks to me while I stand alone. I see it when I get a question right. I see it when I don’t fight. I see it when I spell something right I thought I would get wrong. I see you whenever you talk to me. I see you when you laugh with me. I see you when you smile at me from a far leading people over. I see you in the crowd unmistakable to miss standing right there a foot, a mile, a state away and I know you are coming you will always be there waiting to laugh with me, waiting to smile, waiting to talk, waiting to help, and waiting to listen. I will only catch some, but each one matters each one I will wait for each one I will look for. Because I know you are waiting too.
This week I have been thinking a lot about my breath. I love breathing and taking a full breath of fresh air into my lungs – I think we all do. I have never had a serious lung issue, but I have had moments of anxiety in college and as a young adult when I felt that it wasn’t possible to get a full breath, and they were terrifying. As I listen to the news and watch the hospitals and doctors repeat over and over the desperate need for more ventilators – I am finally realizing that it is our (His) precious breath that is being taken away.
Exactly a year ago today, I wrote a blog titled “Breath of God“. My prayer last year was…
My Lord, I pray that You guard every utterance of my mouth so that the words I speak will never again pollute the sweet scent of Your breath, but instead will carry forth from my being to bring You Eternal Glory.
Right now, while we still have His Breath in our lungs let us truly Glorify Him with every breath we take, we must pray without ceasing. I have found that
breathing in on -Je and out on the –sus
breathing in on the -Thank and out on the -You
align perfectly with my inhale and exhale rhythm.
Genesis 2:7 – Then the LORD God formed a man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being.
Thessalonians 5:16-18 Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you.
We are often reminded that our time is precious and we must spend it wisely. This is very true, but we don’t often look at the flip side of the coin. We often think only of our own time, but very carelessly toss away the precious time that others have taken to spend time with us or do something for us. My sweet baby had her precious time very carelessly tossed aside and trampled yesterday and it really hurts, a lot.
As I think about it this morning, He has opened my eyes to an even greater sorrow. He has gently reminded me that I have done this to His other sweet children many times… oh please forgive me my sweet Lord. He has also opened my eyes to an even greater joy. He has reminded me that He treasures all of our jewels, especially the ones that the world casts aside. Glory to You my sweet Lord! Thank You, thank You, thank You…
My sweet Lord, please forgive me and help me to treasure the precious jewels of time that others give to me so that I won’t be the cause of this pain to You again, and an INFINITE THANK YOU for treasuring and carefully gathering all of our jewels, especially the ones that the world casts aside and tramples.
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Be very careful, then, how you live – not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil.
And I will give you treasures hidden in the darkness — secret riches. I will do this so you may know that I am the LORD, the God of Israel, the one who calls you by name.
… But God will not take away a life; he will devise plans so as not to keep an outcast banished forever from His presence.
2 Samuel 14:14
I read this today and was filled with gratitude and thanksgiving that He is in charge, the master plans are His! I love that He changes them, adding and devising new plans with new paths to bring us home into His presence.
Thank You sweet Father for leading us home!
I just heard the song… You Came by Jonathan and Melissa Helser What a beautiful song! It has been my morning meditation and prayer today as I have imaged Jesus waiting outside the tomb of Lazarus with tears still on His face. Oh the beauty and wonder as His tears turned from sorrow to joy when He called to His friend, Lazarus, and raised him from the grave.
Dear Lord, I pray that those I know who have died are your true friends and as with Lazarus, you stand outside their graves, with tears of joy on Your face as you call for them to rise again to new life.
Oh my Lord, my Love, my All in All – let us anxiously await and yearn for the moment when we too will hear Your call and will rise from the grave to see You anxiously waiting for us with tears of joy on Your beautiful face.
In the last few years I have begun to develop an appreciation and love for visual art. I was walking through a museum a few years ago when a light bulb suddenly went off in my head as I realized what billions before me already knew… each painting represented a moment in the life of a soul. That day I saw that some had shared a moment of their pain, others had shared a moment of their joy, some shared a moment of their fear, and at least one had shared a moment of deep understanding, a moment when that soul dove into the infinity of their present moment and then translated it onto a canvas.
I cried that day as I walked through the museum feeling humbled and amazed by so many souls laid bare before me.
Tonight as I was reading the book Crazy Love by Francis Chan, he wrote about God’s art throughout creation and interestingly enough I read about this a few weeks ago in Romans during a bible study. Oh Lord please forgive my inability to quickly grasp what You are trying to tell me… tonight I think Your message finally broke through.
God has bared His soul before us… and oh how AMAZING it is!!!
What more is there to say other than – Thank You, thank You, thank You for the Grace to truly see Your Art, Your Heart, Your Soul!
Isn’t it interesting that in english the correct response to Thank you is You are welcome? You are gladly received or willingly permitted, admitted, accepted. Where did this originate? Perhaps a language expert could enlighten us on the true historical details of where this response originated from, but what if we let our imaginations roam for a bit?
Perhaps long ago there was a person or a group of people who truly passed on every Thank you they received to God knowing that anything they had done to deserve the gift of gratitude was from God, so in turn their response to Thank you changed from It was nothing or No problem and became You are welcome as an inspired message from God to communicate with others and let them know that they too were welcome in His Kingdom.
As I stretch my imagination to make this up tonight, I hope that my own responses to Thank you in the future will move away from the personally accepting phrases of No problem, It was nothing, and sure, to His inspired message of You are welcome with a prayer that I am nothing more than an instrument of communication.
My friends, I am not sure why but I have been distracted lately. Jesus hasn’t been at the forefront of my thoughts, instead I have been busy, running around, and missing Him. We took a yoga class together last night, and usually when He joins me He is helping me through, but last night in my imagination He was sitting there watching me (smiling, but still just watching). For some reason I have put Him aside instead of welcoming Him in?
As I miss Him, I am thankful for my previous posts that remind me that He is still here watching and waiting for me to call to Him again.
Please pray for me my friends, as you bask in His loving presence, that the veil covering me will be removed yet again, my eyes will be cleansed yet again, and again I will see only Him everywhere and in everyone!
The other day I was helping my daughter out of the shower. She walked into the open towel and I wrapped it around her. She started to grab the sides, bundled it up and hugged it close. I gently tugged on it to free it from her arms so I could rewrap it around her, but she held it tight and looked up at me with a laugh and said, “I am giving my towel a hug and thanking it for keeping me warm.”
I hope I can remember her sweet prayer of thanksgiving for all of the graces shown to me throughout my every day.
Thank you Lord for the blessing of my three sweet little teachers!