I’m sensing a trend, a message from above.
This month’s Real Simple magazine had an article written by Kate Braestrup, called, How to Say Grace (pg. 74). I finished reading it and was so moved, that I immediately read the whole piece to my DH. It’s as if we each suddenly had a light bulb flicker above our heads.
In this article, Rev. Braestrup talks about the name of God, as written in Hebrew: YHWH.
To be able to pronounce this in English, we’ve since added some vowels, to be read as: Yahweh. She thoughtfully presents the sounds of YHWH as the sound of a breath. When we speak the name of God, it need not be in King James, booming, fist raised to the sky voice. Rather, He is in our breath. He IS our breath and life. Our very first act is to breathe in, our very last to breathe out.
Genesis 7:15 And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils.
Job 33:4 says, the Spirit of God hath made me, and the breath of the Almighty hath given me life.
John 20:22 And when he had said this, be breathed on them, and saith unto them, Receive ye the Holy Ghost.
And this all makes sense to me. . .
There have been times in my life during which there were no words available to pray.
- There is no word in the English language to express the level of pain you go through during a divorce. Nothing can express the level of agony experienced when you have to tell your children that Mom and Dad are splitting up and break their hearts like that.
- I still have no word to explain the pain of losing a parent. I didn’t get to say good-bye. I let my job dictate my schedule and I couldn’t go to him and be there during his surgery.
- There is no phrase to properly convey the feeling you have when a man, with no expression on his face and a sterile white coat looks across the room at you and says, “You’ll just have to wrap your head around the idea that you have cancer, and it’s aggressive and we’ve got to act quickly.”
- What do you say to God when your child is in a war zone and you know they’re not telling you everything. . .and you know they’re being shot at?
How do you pray when there are no words? You breathe. . . His name is on our breath.
If you’ve been following my Facebook account, you’ll also know that I’m trying to learn a new language. In an effort to “immerse” myself, I’m trying to speak Chichewa as often as possible. . .even as I pray. Again, not from pain, but from ignorance, there are MANY times I don’t have the right words. And, once again, I find myself just breathing His name in each form I know, “Mulungu, Atate, Yesu, Yesu Christu. . .” and I know He can put the rest of the words together for me as I see the faces of those I’m lifting to Him.
Then today, I got this on my Facebook account: On this day of your life, Barbara, we believe God wants you to know … that you are a human being, not a human doing. Take time to just be, to breathe slowly, to feel your body that is the temple of your soul. No activities, no worries, no buzzing.
The holiday season is upon us. . .we have family arriving on Saturday (I’m so excited!) and food to prepare and rooms to prepare and things to get rid of and cleaning and laundry and work and Drs. appointments and holiday parties and choir practice and gym time and we’re getting ready to go to AFRICA and then its Christmas and B will come home and C will be here and we’ll have food to prepare and rooms to prepare and cleaning and laundry and presents to buy and trees to decorate and cookies to bake. . . .
Just breathe. . .