Listen to Your Sighs


I sighed because I had made the slight left curve from I-94 to 35W to Bethel 1,000 times, this was 1,001, and I wanted to be done.

I sighed because my wife clasped my hand and told me she was glad to be with me, and just this time I wanted to believe it completely.

I sighed because the woman exclaimed, “I’m done!” during Finals Week, wiggled her fists in a circle as she strolled down Lake Valentine, and delight like that is all I’ve ever wanted out of life.

I sighed because I had just completed my final for Bird Science, and oddly enough that class made me bump shoulders with the joy of being alive.

I sighed because they remind me of the vibrant love of Jesus I used to ooze, and my bones ache for that prodigious love that is lost inside, somewhere.

I sighed because he’s my best friend, the sweet kind that makes you forget yourself a bit when you’re around him.

I sighed because wifey is twenty minutes late, I’m waiting impatiently to go nowhere in particular, and I wonder what that means.

There’s some wisdom out there about listening to your life, and it’s good. Life is a sacrament—maybe even the loveliest—and it deserves all the attention you can give it.

But listen to your sighs the most. They are unconscious gasps for God’s life and God’s love.

-trev

photo credit: THE camden mcafee

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