A living being
And breathed into his nostrils the breath of life;
And the man became a living being. Genesis 2:7
Read Ezekiel 17:22—24
Ah, it is good to be a living being. It is sweet to have life. It is like sap running through me. It is thrilling to grow. To feel growth as a happening. Within me, around me, growth as who I am. To be a growing being. To be, in that sense, like a plant. To draw life. To draw life from below because I am rooted. I would say I am rooted in the life of God, as Israel was when it was true. I am rooted in prayer when I am true. It flows. The life of God flows. It advances in that I’m not any longer quite the same as the person who said my prayers yesterday. I am now this person, this morning’s prayers said, the day now lived, bringing about its own pleasure and pain, but forming me as the child of God ready for tomorrow’s next breath.
Living God, fountain of life, I can barely believe that I am gifted with such a miracle as this life is. As this day has been and as this night is. It is intensely beautiful to be. To live. To move. To have my being. To be this living one, at your hand, in you. And to know it. To think it and feel it and to appreciate it, and to actually have my very own story. And for my story to be included in yours, and in that to be promised a fulfilment and a harvest, and a share in the renewal of all things. I can only believe it by believing in you.