My newly married, 22 year-old daughter has been blogging. I’d like to share with you her recent reflections on the fleeting nature of mankind and the loving preservation of our heavenly Father.
I really need to be grading papers. Like really, really, REALLY (ya, 3 reallys) need to be grading right at this moment. But I’ve had a thought running through my mind that I feel compelled to share, so I will spare 5 minutes.
My mind is very musical. This is both a blessing and a curse, because I don’t think I’m ever awake without a song in my head. The curse comes in when an absurd song like MC Hammer’s “You Can’t Touch This” rules my brain for DAYS. The blessing is when something like this happens.
My brain has been playing Ingrid Michaelson’s “Breakable” on repeat for a while. Excuse the graphic nature, but these are the lyrics tumbling around in my brain:
“Have you ever thought about
What protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones
And other various parts.
So it’s fairly simple
To cut right through the mess,
And to stop the muscle
That makes us confess.
And we are so fragile
And our cracking bones make noise
And we are just
Breakable, breakable, breakable girls and boys…”
My mind to Psalm 103… “As for man, his days are like grass; he flourishes like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.”
Funny thing is, I think about this more than I think is normal. I can’t help it, I study anatomy. It baffles me that anyone can study the intricacies of our bodies and doubt that there is not only a creative designer of it all, but One who actively continues to make us function!
They say you should never buy washing machines with the fancy computerized buttons, because they’re so complicated something is bound to go wrong soon, and it’ll cost a bundle to fix it. Instead you’re better off with grandma’s old crank-the-dial washer, because it’s simple and solid as a rock. Our bodies are more complex than millions of expensive, computerized washing machines put together. Why don’t things go wrong more often? Why don’t hearts stop beating more often when there’s so little to protect them? What keeps us from just falling apart at the seams?
This has been mulling in my mind…. breakable…breakable…breakable girls and boys….
I woke up this morning genuinely thankful that the Lord allowed me to keep breathing through the night. Today I’m keenly aware that the only reason my lungs still fill is because He continuously wills them too. My heart still beats because he breathes into it. And for a purpose. He breathes into me for Him. How do I miss this so often?
Tonight the house is quiet – Jeremy is working late and the dog is at my sister’s – yet I can hear a complex symphony in the silence. My heart beats rhythmically because it’s still in my chest. My lungs fill and empty because the air is still allowed in. My soul flutters and dances and sings a beautiful melody for my Creator and King, because I can’t leave out the rest of the verse:
“But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear Him, and his righteousness to children’s children, to those who keep His covenant and remember to do His commandments.”
Breakable…breakable…breakable girls and boys…. Saved from perishing for a purpose.
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Thanks for sharing my blog! But there is an error – my name isn’t Kelley Howard anymore 🙂
What a beautifully written perspective. I can’t help feel a little weak in the knees as I read this. We are so fragile! Gods will to for us to continue on is something I am truly grateful for.