Tuesday, August 26, 2025

WE SPEAK THE NAME OF YAHWEH

There was a moment when Moses had the nerve to ask God what His name was. God was gracious enough to answer, and the name He gave in the original Hebrew was “YHWH.” Over time we’ve added an “a” and an “e” to get Yahweh because we prefer vowels. Scholars and rabbis say the letters “YHWH” represent breathing sounds or aspirated consonants. When pronounced without vowels, it sounds like breathing: YH (inhale), WH (exhale).

 A baby’s first cry, their first breath, speaks the name of God. A deep sigh, groan, or gasp calls His name, too heavy for mere words. Even atheists speak His name, unaware that the breath in their lungs acknowledges God. Likewise, a person leaves this earth with their last breath when God’s name no longer fills their lungs. When we can’t utter anything else, is our cry calling out His name? Being alive means we speak His name often. Is it heard the loudest when we’re the quietest? In sadness, we breathe heavy sighs.

In joy, our lungs feel like they will burst. In fear, we hold our breath and must breathe slow to help us calm down. When we’re about to do something hard, we take a deep breath to find our courage. Breathing gives Him praise, even in the most challenging moments! This universal truth is beautiful and should fill us up. God chose to give Himself a name that we can’t help but speak every moment we’re alive.         BY CHRIS LACY

 

WHEN I MEET YOU IN THE MORNING

When I meet you in the morning, I begin the day anew
And morning’s light is filtered through the mist of morning dew.
 
When I meet you in the morning and take the time to stop and pray;
I know that you will walk with me…. every step throughout my day.
 
When I meet you in the morning, I take your word and there I read;
A message you’ve meant just for me…. or a lesson I should heed.
 
When I meet you in the morning and I listen to hear your voice;
My spirit is encouraged, Lord, and my soul seeks to rejoice….
 
My thoughts are set on you dear, Lord, at dawn’s first early light;
And heaven’s gates are flung open wide as my spirit soars in flight.
 
I’m gathered at the Throne Room’s door and there I’m ushered in
To a quiet time with the one I love…My Savior and My Friend.
 
Oh, how I love our quiet time when morning breaks anew;
For you are there to hold me close in this special time with you….
 
May I never take for granted, Lord, this blessed time you spend with me;
For the glimpse of heaven’s glory and all the wonders that I see.
 
As I meet you every morning, Lord, and open your Holy word;
I ask that you will help me hear the message you want heard…..
 
I ask that you will grant me, Lord; a willing heart, each day anew;
So others who may see my life will know that I belong to you.
 
For when I meet you every morning, Lord, on this promise I shall depend;
One day you’ll call me home to glory… where the mornings never end.
 
 
W. Patrick Queen
November  2008