I don't mean to take wonderful blessings in my life for granted. But I guess I do. This evening I was thinking of one that never truly comes to mind...until it did. And I was amazed.
Today I got laughing so hard I was crying and my sides split. Aren't those the best kind of fits? When you're punch-drink silly, something hits you at just the right moment in time, and BAM! Suffocation. It was the best. Anyway, then I couldn't catch my breath, which being the weirdo I am made me laugh even harder. Or maybe choke...at this point it's all a little blurry.
How beautiful is a breath? It is amazing. When God created Adam he blew breath into his nostrils to give him life. Something or someone truly amazing can take my breath away. When I am in suspense, I hold my breath (not to mention when I am weighing my words so as not to take someone's head off.) The sniff of someone's cologne or fragrance dear to me as I breathe in will linger, drawing them near. And when I am away from someone I long to see, I wait with bated breath until they are near me again.
When Christ was dying on the cross, scripture says He called to God, "Into Your hands I commend my spirit," then drew his last breath. When we hear this in the Passion, we bow our heads in respect for His passing. And that is how I feel about the beautiful breath...for all it is to me...I have tremendous respect, awe, and gratitude.
So take a deep breath...and let it out again. Feel the energy within you and give thanks for it. Indeed, it's a beautiful life not to be taken for granted.