Breath!

bubbles in the air

Have you ever considered how the world would be without the movement of air?! I remember that on hot summer days when I was growing up, we kids would giggle as we spoke into a blowing fan and listened to our strange voices. When I am working with children to improve their speech, they learn about the parts that are used to form words. After we go through the basic tongue, lips, and “motor” (voice box), we try saying a sound without using air. Of course, we can’t!

Some of my favorite camping memories as a girl are of lying in our tent camper at night, listening to the wind sighing in the treetops and feeling its cool touch on my face. I still love to have a window fan blowing in my room on a summer night. My spirit settles as I breath in that fresh stream of air.

The book of Genesis says that when God formed man, He breathed into his nostrils the breath of life. Isaiah referred to “God the Lord… the Creator of the heavens, who stretches them out, who spreads out the earth with all that springs from it, who gives breath to its people, and life to those who walk on it.” Life is a precious gift, and how often do we misuse it or take it for granted?! Just as no words can be produced without the element of air, so life cannot be fully expressed without God’s breath within us. When I catch myself feeling rushed when going about my busy plans and responsibilities, I remind myself to pause and breath in God’s presence. He is like a cool touch to my hurried soul and fresh strength and peace to my heart.

*Genesis 2:7, Isaiah 42:5

Journey

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I step my foot upon this path
And so, begins my journey

Warm sunlight touching rock and blade
Beckoning to this journey

Companion with me on the way
To travel in life’s journey

Feet now ready, my legs prepared
Where go we on this journey

Sounds of voices, human and beast
Speak out along the journey

Questing onward through shade and bend
Ever upon this journey

Rising

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Cooling breeze upon warm earth
Soft mist rising

Muted echoes of life and motion
Within the mist arising

Moist caress upon bare skin
Cooled by quiet rising

Settled fog now gently stirring
Answers dawn’s slow rising

Warming touch upon earth’s chill
Awaken to day rising

Watery droplets and sighing wind
Life’s voices ever rising