Without a word, a deep sigh can say so much. When my boys were young and I told them they had to cut the grass, or do some other chore before they went off with their friends, I rarely heard back talk or complaining; but I often heard a long sigh, which said clearly how they felt. My little sister-in-law, who was mentally handicapped, had a unique way of ending a long sigh with a grunt, which left no doubt that she was not pleased. An audible sigh from my wife always gets my attention. My Webster’s dictionary says a sigh is an audible breath expressing sorrow, relief or fatigue. I wonder how we all learned to sigh? I don’t remember anyone teaching me, and I surely did not teach my children this irritating noise, it just seems to come naturally.
I never thought about the Lord sighing, but Mark 8:12 says Jesus sighed deeply in his spirit when the Pharisees questioned him about a sign from heaven. It makes me wonder how many times I’ve caused the Lord to sigh, too many for sure. I’ll to try to be careful about this in the future. When I lay down at the end of the day, I don’t want to visualize Christ sighing, I want to visualize Him pumping his fist in the air and saying, “Yes, That’s my boy!”
