I’ve been sighing all day long. In the last 18 hours, I’ve exhaled many times.
I exhaled when 47 minutes into a 5 hour drive, she asked, “where are we going?” for the 11th time.
I breathed out deep when our lunch-time detour took all four of us to unexpected river-front meal and a few minutes off the interstate did us all a little bit of good.
I exhaled down to my painted toenails when we drove across the rocky driveway of my parents, the same home I once drove away from for college– the home I love to go to sleep in and wake up in and drink coffee in and be someone’s kid in.
Two hours later and another short drive gave way to another familiar home. And the sweet family of two has become a family of three in just the last five days. And he’s perfect. And healthy. And so. very. small. And his parents overflow with all-of-a-sudden HUGE love and just a little bit of exhaustion. And I hold the tiny little image bearer in my arms and look up at her–his mama (!) and she did it! And he’s here! And we exhale together in unbelief and thankfulness. And the exhale squeezes out a few tears of utter and complete relief.
And it is SO good to exhale. And so needed. And I’m so in need of more of this in my life, in my summer.
I need less and less running and more of this stopping to notice the beautiful rhythm of the day.
Stopping to breathe in the gifts and breathe out the Thanks.
There are so many reasons to exhale all of this grace. So many reasons to be grateful. So much Thanks to give.
“For from his fullness we have all received, grace upon grace.” –John 1:16