After another grueling afternoon spent with my younger son and “Tommy Triangle” and “Ricky Rectangle”, my husband walked in the door and asked his usual question of every evening, “did anybody get the mail?” (Why he doesn’t just get it as he pulls in the driveway still beats me, but I digress…) To which question I gave my standard reply, “no.” However, this time, “something” moved me to also say, “but I’ll get it!”
Kicking around shoes and toys left laying everywhere on the floor, I made my way to the front door. Before I swung it open, I put on my older son’s favorite flip flops as an afterthought. Finally, I stepped out the door. The gentle breeze of that late summer afternoon caressed my face so tenderly that it made me stop on the front step to take in a deep and refreshing breath. I lifted up my head and looked around inhaling as much as I could of that fragrant summer air. It was a gorgeous afternoon indeed. I felt as if I had just broken out of a box in which I’d been trapped for a mighty long time. It was as if the breath of God was breathing down on me.
I started to walk down the driveway and soon I thought to myself, “boy, these dumb flip flops are very comfortable! No wonder Grant wants to wear them all the time.” It was as if the darn things were massaging my sore feet with every step I took. I checked my feet again to see how well those bright blue flip flops fit me. Surprisingly, they fit me perfectly. “How has that boy grown…,” I thought with a sigh. I kept on walking toward the rusty old mailbox and my spirits continued to be lifted up with every step. I looked up and around and breathed in the beauty of the early evening. I do love summer. The soothing breeze touched my face again and made me smile. Summer fits me like a pair of old comfortable shoes…In my mind the lyrics and tunes of an old Hymn mixed in with a contemporary Praise and Worship song. “Breathe on my breath of God, fill me with life anew…this is the air I breathe…Your holy presence living in me…I’m lost without you…” He is the breath we breathe. His Holy presence living in me is the Holy Spirit who dwells inside every Christian. This is the air we breathe, His peace. This is the air we breathe, His strength. This is the air we breathe, His Holy Spirit, like He told the Apostles in John 20:21-22 when He said, 21 “…Peace be with you! As the Father has sent me, I am sending you.” 22 And with that he breathed on them and said, “Receive the Holy Spirit.” He is the air we breathe. His breath comes with the four winds, like He told Ezekiel when He was about to breathe life onto the dry bones. (Ezekiel 37:9) And we are like those dry bones, which He renews with His Holy Breath.
On my way back to the house I was joined by my little Dylan. I handed him an envelope, and tried one more/last time, “what shape is it?” As if by magic and to my great delight he replied with a big bright smile on his face, “a rectangle!” YES!!! I said aloud and gave him a high five.
The Lord provided me with exactly what I needed at that moment. He gave me what He knew would cheer my heart. He gave me a beautiful summer afternoon. He not only gave me the glorious afternoon, but He made sure I didn’t miss it! He touched my shoulder and moved me to exercise a mundane activity which I never do, and with that, He ministered to my soul. He even gave me the blessing of comfy shoes for my tired and hurting feet. He turned the irritating “shoes on the way” into a blessing I’ll never forget.
“You are my portion, O Lord.” (Psalm 119: 57) Thank you for being a loving and caring Father. You are the God of the details. You know your children so well that you know perfectly what would fill their hearts with joy at the right moment. You are the breath I breathe…I am lost without you. Breathe on me Breath of God, fill me with life anew.