“The Lord knows the thoughts of man, that they are a mere breath.”

~ Psalm 94:11

If my thoughts are a breath, then they are breathing very hard. Gasping. Panting.  The wind that they create is strong.  It swirls up a storm in my soul, or some other secret place inside that I cannot prove, only feel faintly in brief moments of clarity.

If my thoughts are a breath then they huff and puff. They won’t back down from a fight.  They’ll duke it out all night.  They don’t realize they’re all on the same team—or maybe they do, just can’t seem to agree on how anything ought to be done.

If 4 AM and wide eyes are a breath, then these breaths can’t even begin to know the thoughts of God.  Better off letting Him take my breaths away—not to play on a cultural cliche.