Ozark Oddments: Breath of Heaven...

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Breath of Heaven...

Back on December 20, 2005 I posted some of the lyrics to the Amy Grant song, Breath of Heaven, because I was stressed out about something and was trying to rest in God's presence to get me through.

I suspect the problem had something to do with our son. He has had a very difficult time negotiating life.

The song is playing in my head a lot now, too. Since June we have been flirting with the edges of the Valley of the Shadow but now we are headed deep down down into it...

Breath of Heaven
Hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of Heaven

Breath of Heaven
Lighten my darkness...

I feel a certain affinity for Mary these days. She was not expecting to get pregnant, and neither was I. We both brought forth sons into the world; her's of course had a somewhat more important role to fill on this earth than mine did, but I am just now finding out that he touched peoples' lives in ways I never suspected. She watched her son die at age 33. So are we.

I am just so thankful I have God's presence to walk with us through it.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...: Oh darling, this brings tears to my eyes. I hold you and your son and family up in prayers this morning. May the Lord bless you and keep you. Karen; 7:47 AM
Oklahoma Granny said...: My prayers are with you, your son and your family. May you feel God's loving arms wrapped tightly around you.; 9:08 AM
lisa said...: I want you to know that I am praying daily for you and your family. You are a living testimony to me, resting in Gods grace and mercy during a time that no mother should ever have to live thru. I hope you feel the prayers, In His Love Lisa; 12:37 PM
Susan said...: I looked for an e-mail at which to contact you and did not see that you have one listed. Oklahoma Granny just referred me to your blog. I have scanned through some of your posts. We have a daughter who was diagnosed with lung cancer on Sept 28th. please go to my About Me and e-mail me where I can contact you rather than on this comment area. The Lord Bless you. Susan; 5:57 PM
The Weaver of Grass said...: You are in my thoughts.; 8:47 AM
Mary said...: I never thought of the parallels. May that bring a measure of comfort. And remember, God knows how it feels to "lose" a son. but it's not forever.; 9:38 AM

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Thoughts to ponder

Most of us go through life so absorbed in the cocoon of ourselves that we rarely stop to consider the other. Of course, we think that we do; indeed, we may pride ourselves on our capacity for empathy; we may be considerate and thoughtful in our dealings with others, but how often do we stand before them. so to speak, and experience what it is to be them?--Domenica Macdonald

The Unbearable Lightness of Scones, by Alexander McCall
Smith

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Living is like tearing through a museum. Not until later do you really start absorbing what you saw, thinking about it, looking it up in a book, and remembering -- because you can't take it in all at once. --Audrey Hepburn

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I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all, I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.--Agatha Christie

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Life can be wildly tragic at times, and I've had my share. But whatever happens to you, you have to keep a slightly comic attitude. In the final analysis, you have got not to forget to laugh.--Katharine Hepburn

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One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Wilhelm Meister's Apprenticeship

"Two people... told me that the word "Christian" would turn people off. I wouldn't mind if to be a Christian were accepted as being the dangerous thing which it is. I wouldn't mind if, when a group of Christians meet for bread and wine, we might well be interrupted and jailed for subversive activities. I wouldn't mind if, once again, we were being thrown to the lions. I do mind, desperately, that the word "Christian" means for so many people smugness, and piosity, and holier-than-thoughness. Who, today, can recognize a Christian because of "how those Christians love one another"?--Madeline L'Engle, "A Circle of Quiet"