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