Sigh.

I never realized how much I sigh until someone recently pointed it out to me.  I was first made aware of this strange pattern in my breathing when it was eerily quiet during my driver's test (ahem...8 years ago) and all I could think of was to sigh.  Ever since then I have done a good deal of it, but I forget I'm even doing it.

Just sighed again.

What is with me?  I'm like a love-sick spinster relentlessly pouring through Jane Austen videos in my pajamas, eating Kettle Corn popcorn.  Not that I ever do that...

I think it has something to do with the fact that, in three days, I am moving out of my parents house.  For the second time.  I am going to miss them so much.  Some days I seriously feel like an eight year old clinging to what is safe and warm.  We've been through a heck of a lot together, and it really boils down to the fact that I don't know how to thank them.  I mean, seriously, I cry every time I stop and reflect on what they have done for me in the last six months; thanks feels so inexpressible. 

Sometimes this is how I feel with God too.  I have no words.  No words can express my thanks.  My awe.  My love.  My curiosity.  My feelings.  David feels the same thing in Psalm 119.  I think it is going to be a Psalm that I reflect on in the coming months - it is chock-FULL of really awesome insights, and super-relatable.  Read through a few paragraphs if you have time:  http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+119&version=MSG
  
..."Oh, that my steps might be steady,
      keeping to the course you set;
   Then I'd never have any regrets
      in comparing my life with your counsel.
   I thank you for speaking straight from your heart;
      I learn the pattern of your righteous ways.
   I'm going to do what you tell me to do;
      don't ever walk off and leave me...
I shiver in awe before you;
      your decisions leave me speechless with reverence."