“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.