I have thoroughly enjoyed the amount of rain we’ve seen here in southern California this year… but unfortunately, so have the plants that are now blooming their little hearts out. The personal downside to a very wet winter is that the local flora soaks it all up and grows like gangbusters come springtime. The winds picked up pretty heavily this week, and the hills are alive with the sound of pollen flying everywhere… and on top of that, yesterday I pulled an extra shift just to help out with a building-move at work, and there was plenty of dust flying as I swept out an old warehouse area.
So, bad time to be my respiratory system.
This afternoon as I left church, I started feeling the tightness in my chest that is part of the shortness of breath and overall discomfort that can spring up during these bad allergy times. As Sydney and I headed to lunch, my frame hunched over to relax my muscles as much as possible and my lips occasionally gasping for a satisfactory gulp of air, I was entirely amused and humbled by the song that came to mind. One of my favorite modern Christian songs is “Great Are You Lord,” and what fluttered through my thoughts today as I struggled to properly inhale and exhale was a refrain from the chorus:
It’s Your breath in our lungs,
So we pour out our praise, we pour out our praise.
I couldn’t muster more than a chuckle, as I try to maintain a minimal amount of dialogue and laughter when it’s this tough to breathe, but I smiled hard (inside and out) and praised God in the midst of the struggle. My breathing difficulties are really minor in light of the troubles that some face, but what little air I DID manage to pump through my body is a sign of life, and on top of that gift I have so much other fortune (salvation, the wonderful woman I know as my girlfriend, safe food and water, etc.) that I can do nothing but be thankful.
And so I am… for the breath in my lungs, even when it may not seem like enough 🙂 .