It’s so hard sometimes to wait for God to move. It feels like nothing is happening. The world turns. Cars rush past. The days lengthen. The temperature fluctuates – and still no news.
That’s okay. Because in the meantime, I can polish my sigh.
To be able to sigh well is one of life’s great undiscovered treasures. There’s an artform to it. First, one must master the mechanics: To breathe in, at length; and, in natural order, to breathe out.
One exchanges a rich fill of oxygen to satisfy a dearth in the oxygen-craving cells of the human body, with an expungement of carbon dioxide waste, issuing thusly a robust sigh. Biologically, that is a primitive explanation.
But it’s the stuff between the inhale and exhale that is the most nourishing – namely, what goes on in the soul while a sigh is created:
Simply, the resignation to let go.
It’s not easy to do.
The thing I most want to see happen is the first thing I must let go of, in my soul. I may be aware of it. I may think of that thing often. But in the core of my being, that thing I want is not more important than a sigh.
The sigh itself carries more weight than to conquer a city. To let go… to accept loss… to give up… to resign… and choose contentment – is the exchange we give and receive from God. A sigh of love.
A Brave New Heaven 