The solitude of a warm summer's night walk. Crickets chanting with chirps, frogs frolicking with foibles, deer dancing with deftness, and even bugs buzzing with babbles. It draws me from the depth of the deep.
The girls were running on the green-top of an abandoned tennis court. Pretending to race raggedly from one line to another, neither one caring who "won". The backdrop of a California golden hill with the shadow of a setting sun contrasted the court's surface with perfect artistry. Pitter-pattering of feet was all that could be heard, except the thoughts of my own heart toward God. Surely this puts life in the sweet spot.
Summer's are always a favorite. Clear sky overhead with loose clothing barely touching the skin. There's almost a sense of weightlessness. No constraints except the ones placed there by me. Maybe Fall will never come. But then Victoria would miss her favorite.
Today school started for Barret. Another constraint. Or is it? Must duty always be that way? I think not. The weightlessness of Summer doesn't have to cease. After all, the fullness of life peaks in this season and carries the strength to withstand the hardship of others. Colors change, temperatures drop, and obligations rise, but it's summer that undergirds the rest with assured hope for the next.
Barret's very serious about his studies. College is on the horizon, and he has his mind set on where he wants to attend. Not an easy task; certainly not a shoe-in. The Junior year is a critical one. He's determined, and prouder parents we could not be. The prayer is not only for acceptance, but more that this year would be a full year of summer. Like most, Barret is harder on himself than others are on him. He works tirelessly, which is atypical of summer-time. But the warmth, rest and energy summer affords is what Barret needs in the Fall, Winter and Spring. There is "a season for every activity under heaven". (Ecclesiastes 3:1b) For Barret, may this season under heaven be summer.
Loving the Summer (& Barret),
Tom (& Victoria)
Barret's very serious about his studies. College is on the horizon, and he has his mind set on where he wants to attend. Not an easy task; certainly not a shoe-in. The Junior year is a critical one. He's determined, and prouder parents we could not be. The prayer is not only for acceptance, but more that this year would be a full year of summer. Like most, Barret is harder on himself than others are on him. He works tirelessly, which is atypical of summer-time. But the warmth, rest and energy summer affords is what Barret needs in the Fall, Winter and Spring. There is "a season for every activity under heaven". (Ecclesiastes 3:1b) For Barret, may this season under heaven be summer.Loving the Summer (& Barret),
Tom (& Victoria)
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