As I turned and headed down the hallway to help his little sister with her shoes, I heard it.
Boy, it must be rough to be 8 years old these days!
We took a vote and decided he could stay in the family even after making that crack at us!
He is totally RIGHT!
Sorry Mom, Dad and Heather.
If I’m throwing myself under the bus you are all coming with me!
But, really, that is pretty ridiculous don’t you think?
The first place I went to was my B.I.B.L.E. (yes that’s the book for me!).
I looked up “Sighing” in the Concordance and you know what? There was only ONE verse that used that word and it had to do with sighing out of sorrow.
For some reason, I had a feeling that wasn’t exactly the kind of “sighing” I’ve been doing lately.
Well, that got me to thinking. What was I feeling when I let that little puff of air escape me?
What did it represent and what did I think I was getting away with by inhaling and exhaling in a very loud manner?
And that is when the soul searching began.
It didn’t last long, though, because it was quickly revealed to me what this whole sighing business was really all about.
It was my way of
Expressing Frustration without using actual words
And, let me just tell you friends, there are A LOT of verses in the “Good Book” about those emotions!
They aren’t pretty and they sure do hit home.
“These men are grumblers and faultfinders; they follow their own evil desires; they boast about themselves and flatter others for their own advantage.” Jude 22:7
Ouch! Now I know why I don’t spend a lot of time in the book of Jude!
“Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the universe.” Philippians 2:14
I’m fairly certain my sighing doesn’t make me “shine like a star”.
And, I’m also fairly certain that while I may have fooled myself into thinking that it is better than actually verbally expressing my frustrations, I’m not really fooling anyone else!
I think they call it being…gulp…PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE.
Because, let’s be honest. What do I really have to sigh about?
I lead an incredibly blessed life.
I have a wonderful husband who loves me, 2 amazing children and a home that not only provides shelter but is a place where I get to express my creativity. We have food, shelter, clothing and transportation times 2.
I have had my share of sorrows, that is true.
But my little day-to-day life’s issues do not warrant that kind of response.
Not when there are other things I should be sighing about.
I should sigh over the broken and hurting around the world….around my city…in my neighborhood.
I should sigh because there are children who went to bed hungry last night and will probably again tonight.
I should sigh that my children are growing up in a world that promotes living for “numero uno” more than having a servant’s heart.
These are the things that should cause me to inhale and then deeply exhale.
Maybe there was a reason that the only verse in the Bible that mentions sighing has to do with there being a day when “sorrow and sighing will flee away.” Isaiah 35:10
Until that day, my desire should be to sigh for the lost…the hurt…the hungry.
And maybe, just maybe, if my children heard their mother sighing over those things, they will begin to sigh for them too.
Now, THAT is a legacy worth leaving! Don’t you think?
Thanks for joining me for this Simply Sunday at the Fence,
Imparting Grace: Grace at Home