So, I heard a song coming home today. It’s been out for quite a while. Fragile Breath by Todd Agnew (Third Day).

I love this song…have since the first time I heard it - but, for some reason today it really resonated with me. Maybe because tomorrow is Good Friday. Maybe because this year has reminded me that I only have one gift to give…just my fragile breath.

Of course, compared to the Maker of the Universe, all of us are incredibly fragile…and I am no stronger. Just fragile breath.

Sometimes, I - in my humanness - can think too much of myself…think of myself as a deep thinker, an embracer of great profundity and truth, a wordsmith…a poet. But, then I have the realization that I truly have nothing new to add to what God has created to praise Him. The thunder, the lightning, the ocean, the dawn - these things know how to speak of God’s majesty…without even trying! They never get focused on the wrong thing…they never glorify themselves - they only point to an awesome, brilliant Creator. Not so with humans…

And yet, there is this:

God wants to hear from me! He wants to hear my small, fragile breathless words. He wants to know that I love Him above all else. It’s unfathomable…really.

All of history:  Creation - Calvary - the Resurrection - all of it, is for this one thing.

He wants me. He wants all of us. Desperately. Completely.

And He’ll move heaven and earth to hear us laugh…sing…praise…to dry our tears…to hold us in His arms. He wants us.

More than anything.

That’s what Good Friday…what Easter is all about: His love - and our small, fragile breath of praise back to the One who gives us that breath to begin with.

So, just breathe…

Peace.