Valuing the Breath
Sometimes I don’t think I live my life with the urgency I wish I did. When my life is busy and noisy, I don’t value my breath. Sometimes its easier for me to watch my clock, packing my day, and live waiting for my next meeting, event, scheduled hour of this or that.
Even when I have no plans, when I sit and chose what is next base on whatever impulse I have. These days, that usually involves episodes of modern family or reading blogs or pages of bittersweet by Shauna Neiquist. I’ve loved my Vanilla Robos Tea while playing settlers with my roommates.
Then when I have space, it seems easier to see the to do list. The pile of laundry to do, room to clean, thank you notes I still haven’t written.
My roommate Betsy is remembering the 10th year anniversary of the death of 3 friends from high school today. I listen to her story, with small detail, and I can only imagine. I can only imagine what they were like, what the grief of losing friends young was like.
This life is a gift. I believe that. I believe the love the Father has for us all is real. That he is speaking to us, and weaving himself into our lives where we let him. I want to see him and hear him and find him more and more. I want to care about what he cares about, and live my life like I believe heaven is real. Because this is no game, Jesus is for real.
Today I am valuing my breath. Living in grace. Living in this gift.