We’ve been working on fourth grade poetry in the class that I currently assist in full-time, and I am reminded that I’ve neglected my poetry blog for four months now. Wow. How that happens so quickly, I probably will never understand this side of Heaven.  I’m inspired again though, which is cause for finding my way back here. My discipline obviously waned with the new year as my priorities shifted from my writing (again), and thus probably securing the fact that I, alone, will not ever be an ultimately successful writer of anything in print.  I am also inspired from the new Bible Study I’ve been working through. Breathe: making room for Sabbath  Rest. Ceasing. Pausing in order to look at my God in reverence and remembrance of history as well as the here and now. It is beautiful what the Holy Spirit is revealing, and that the missing “time” seems to be appearing at a time where it is in complete paradox to the events taking place in my life right now. Yet, here I stand in my sister’s kitchen ready to let the words flow when my evening schedule is already full ahead of me.  And somehow, I have time.

Breathing

Breathing in…breathing out.

I do it all without a fear that my next breath may not come.

I trust. Trust that I’m heard. Trust that somewhere, my next step is being prayed onward.

A sovereignty that allows me to move freely within beautiful boundaries shaping my joy.

Inside, I hope.

Outside, I look; listen; feel; breathe; move.

I wonder whether hope and expectation are similar?

Hopeful expectation? Expectational hope?

Then I remember that eternal hope is not fickle when The Word is rooted deep.

When my hopeful expectations are not met, I look up. Breathing.

It may be difficult; even excrutiating in the waiting, but I have an expectational hope in the seemingly unknown that will not be shattered so easily by wordly desires.

Because as I live and move and breathe…

I remember.

I begin to add the “pause” button to my daily life.

To connect. To communicate. To reboot the Spirit with living water.

And I see.

Time. Time in a world suffering without the Sabbath command.

Without the boundary of rest that was exemplified long before my time.

Allowing us all the time we need to accomplish a greater story than the one we may have planned.

Breathing in…breating out…

scandalous grace.