We sang this as a prayer response at a church I went to. My friend, Lori, played acoustic guitar and led us in this refrain:
The spirit intercedes for us with sighs to deep for words alone to express.
It was gorgeous. It touched me to the very core. Even though it was several years ago, I can still hear it.
And when I came across this verse again this summer I knew I needed to paint it. With a butterfly–a sweet little spirit, a soft melody floating on the edge of my consciousness. A fluttering in my soul of hope–that Jesus hears us, the Spirit intercedes for us in ways we do not even understand. Our prayers lift up like butterflies flitting on a breeze to take care of us, for things we ask for, and for things we do not even know are coming–the good and and the bad.
So I leave you today with that image, that thought. I hope that you sigh right now. I hope you feel that sigh rise from you to your Savior–He hears your hopes.