The Breath of Heaven

Breath of Heaven

by Chris Eaton, Amy Grant

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I have traveled many moonless night
Cold and weary, with a babe inside
And I wonder what I've done
Holy Father, you have come
And chosen me now
To carry your son

I am waiting in a silent prayer
I am frightened by the load I bear
In a world as cold as stone,
Must I walk this path alone?
Be with me now
Be with me now

Breath of heaven
Hold me together
Be forever near me
Breath of heaven
Breath of heaven
Light up my darkness
Pour over me your holiness
For you are holy
Breath of heaven

Do you wonder as you watch my face
If a wiser one one should have had my place
But I offer all I am
For the mercy of your plan
Help me be strong
Help me be
Help me...

All of us at one time or another are looking for a "breath of heaven." In hard times we struggle for that break to make it right, to make the "babe" we carry inside bright, peaceful light. We hope and pray for that light, that we not walk the road alone, frightened by the loads we must all bear. Help. Help me be strong. Like Mary, it is a prayer for all.

Talk to Me like You Love Me

Kyrie Eleison

version by Mr. Mister

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The Kyrie: "Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy; Lord, have mercy."

We talk on the internet; talking-- we do so much. We blog; we write and then write some more. But through all this talk there are some important things for me-- I've been thinking about this, and it's plainly, 'talk to me like I'm someone you care for, talk to me like I'm someone you love.' Everything else is noise.

This experience of talk--talking like we're someone loved, cared for, infuses even the most mean spirited exchange with a greater level of respect, and self-respect. It is centering for both parties. It is deeply loving, deeply healing. Many of us as children had experiences in our families where we did not experience the wonder of this type of talk.

Ordered around and imposed upon, we did not often receive messages from our parents, about our value and self-worth from they, who then loved us most. If it had transpired differently, many of us would have been the recipients of a most wonderful and valuable message: we might have experienced the connection of our self-worth and a connection to our parent. Instead the words were often wounding, often alienating. They were lecturing.

Now as adults we may consciously choose. With our free will intact, simply I ask, "talk to me like I'm someone you care for deeply, like I'm someone you love." In this thing we call a 'relationship,' how are we going to treat each other from this day forward? I have a thought that each one of us deserves to be treated lovingly, despite it all.


"There is no fear in love."
1John 4:18

I Just Have Met You Yet

I Just Haven't Met You Yet

by Michael Buble

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I'm not surprised

Not everything lasts
I've broken my heart so many times

I stopped keeping track

Talk myself in
I talk myself out
I get all worked up, then I let myself down

I tried so very hard not to lose it
I came up with a million excuses
I thought I thought of every possibility

And I know someday that it'll all turn out...
I just haven't met you yet
Mmm...

I might have to wait
I'll never give up
I guess it's half timing, And the other half's luck...

And I know that we can be so amazing
And baby your love is gonna change me
And now I can see every possibility
Mmm...

But somehow I know that it'll all turn out...
And I promise you, kid, I'll give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet

They say all's fair
In love and war
But I won't need to fight it
We'll get it right and,
We'll be united
And I know that we can be so amazing...

And now I can see every single possibility,
mmm...
And someday I know it'll all turn out
And I'll work to work it out
Promise you, kid, I'll give more than I get,

Than I get, than I get, than I get...

Ohh, promise you, kid, to give so much than I get
(I said love, love, love, love...)
I just haven't met you yet
I just haven't met you yet.

While trolling the internet looking at others' thoughts about these lyrics, I saw some who see this song differently. While most described it as fun, upbeat or hopeful, there were those others. They express doubt, frustration or general negativity. Where do these different, divergent views of this song come from? Apparently a person's experiences in the world can and do color their perceptions Often what we're thinking, someone else is too, but not always. Sometimes our feelings color the landscape and we view the world through "rose colored glasses." When we do this, do we ask others about their views, their experience, or do we assume that it is like our own? How do we know when ours is simply different? Is difference frightening or scary? Are we not all finally living under the one, great sun?

Over the weekend I went traveling to an amazing place, along the shores of beautiful lake Michigan. It brought back memories for me, but mostly me alone. I quickly learned that my companions had little or no prior experience with the power and raw beauty of this vast body of water. And that was okay by me; I could share a bit of my own experience with others: they perhaps viewed it for the first time; meanwhile, I viewed the scene fondly, in part from memory. It was the blending of the new, in the moment experience, and the recollection of the old, what we call reminisce.

The ties of old do bind themselves to the new. I found that it's all still there; it has always been there, the lake, the energy, the calm, the peace, the excitement and the desire; I am left with a newer, stronger version of what I already knew from before. It's all so loveable.