Oh, hi, remember me? I thought I’d check in here as I’m in a season of ‘all things new’ that includes my words. My friend Jake went home to heaven this week; Jake was a constant encourager of my words, so with his gentle words in mind, I will ‘keep writing.’
This week I read an article about ’email apnea.’ I know, so interesting! Described as “temporary cessation of breath when we’re in front of a screen, especially when texting or doing email. This chronic breath-holding puts us in a state of fight or flight, affecting emotions, physiology, and attention.’
My attention was drawn to the description of chronic breath-holding, and I realized that the past few pandemic-filled years have forced an apnea of sorts, not because of emails, but the ever-changing external circumstances that the pandemic brought, causing the described adrenaline-filled response.
The new Spring season emerging has helped me realize this. It’s the hummingbirds with their darting and swooping, the hum of their wings, the journey of thousands of miles – to my backyard – mine! We moved house a few months ago, and being in a new place for Spring is a wonder. It’s the clearing of weeds, green shoots and fresh blooms—the sensory feast of new flowers, fragrances, textures, and towering trees. It’s the moving stream, that runs through our yard, that God heard Phil for decades ago, th stream is where I sit with Arran. There’s no rush when watching ‘our’ ducks and throwing tiny sticks.
I’m grateful for the new breath that nature is bringing me in this season, and I’m drawn to the first breaths of the first book. ‘And the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.’ The Hebrew word for “Spirit” is the word Ruach, which can also mean “Breath” or “Wind.” This opening scene depicts God breathing over the formless chaos.
Thank you, Lord, that you continue to breathe over our chaos.
Thank you, Lord, that your breath brings new life,
that you breathe over our lifeless bones and resurrect our being.
Thank you that our hearts beat with yours, as we catch your breath and our bodies settle.
Thank you, Lord, that your breath helps our crick in the neck,
our tight muscles, and tangled thoughts.
Thank you, Lord, that you appeared to your disciples after your resurrection and breathed on them and said to them,
‘Receive the Holy Spirit’
and you offer us the same today.
Thank you, Lord, that your breath changes everything.
Fourth-century Anthony of the Desert told a visiting philosopher who had commented on his lack of reading material, “My book, O philosopher, is the nature of created things, and any time I wish to read the words of God, the book is before me.”
As we look up and out to the changing season before us, let’s be conscious of our breathing, acknowledging His presence, and as we do, we will know a fresh infilling of God’s presence, love and assurance.
What new thing are you experiencing in your walk with God this season?
Know that you are loved!