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."
