The Final Drops of Summertime
If it was up to me, I would live in the land of eternal summer. Now, I know there are lots and lots of lovely spring, and fall, and winter people. You are FREE to enjoy those seasons, and all of the great things they bring. For me? Summer forever.
You see, summer means so many things to me. Summer means warm nights with the windows down driving down a two-lane road at that time of night where the sky is not black, but the deepest dark blue and the stars are peeking through. Summer means salty blonde hair and sun-tinged pink skin and freckles after a long beach day. Summer means deep breaths before plunging under that bathwater like pool. Summer means fishing at that favorite pond until it’s so dark you can’t see your hands outstretched in front of your face. Summer means joy, joy incarnate that it’s almost like touching heaven itself.
So I kind of adore summertime. The list of reasons could go on and on, but as I’ve come to see it, the reason I truly love summertime is because the distance between heaven and earth seems smaller to me. I see Jesus among the sunsets, the lightning bugs, and the sound of crashing waves. I feel the presence of the Lord more often in those moments. Summer slows me down, forces me to rest in that presence. I am reminded of the gifts of this life, and I find myself where my feet are. I stop focusing on what’s next, and start focusing on what’s now.
As the light fades on another gloriously lovely summer, I am reminded of the gifts of this life. Summer is a yearly gift for me. But Jesus hasn’t asked me to only slow down for three months out of the year, or when I see him, or when I feel him most. He’s pleaded for that every day. Every moment.
It’s a learned skill, and I’m desperately trying to learn it.
So I will relish these final drops of summertime, and take them with me into another North Carolina fall. I will look for moments to slow down and see heaven today. I will see Jesus in my work, in my home, in my friends and family, in my tribe. And I will lean into Creator God himself, and see his gifts in the here and now. I will fight to be in the moment where my feet are.