At the end the week, I breathe out. I sigh. It’s done, we’ve made it. And now it’s over.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I come to the end of this full week. But maybe you sigh for another reason.
All my longings lie open before you, O Lord; my sighing is not hidden from you. Psalm 38:6
In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness, for we do not know how we should pray, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with inexpressible groanings.
God gets it when we have no words. I find that thought comforting as I end this week. When all I can do sigh, the Spirit himself steps in and helps me with his own wordless sighs and groaning.
Whatever the situation is that we’re going through, he knows our sighing and he understands it. Even when we have no words. If all I can do is sigh, I can take comfort in the fact that sighing is enough. God can take the rest.