Summer speaks to us in different ways than other seasons. She says to us, “Pause, savor, feel the warmth on your skin.” It’s easy to miss her. She’s quiet, you know. She whispers from the bright red of strawberries that kiss your lips when you taste them. She beckons from waves that stretch out along the shore like a welcoming party. She calls your name through fireflies that invite you to dance in the early dark.
She’s God’s gift to us. A reminder of fullness and grace, rest and beauty, sweetness and abundance.
Will you take a few moments to listen to her with me today? I overlook her almost every year. Then I find myself at the end of September wondering how I missed all the wonder.
Step outside or glance out your window for a moment–just a moment–and look up at the sky. Feel the sun brush your skin, see the flowers dressed up in swimsuit colors, and wave hello to a newly hatched robin taking her first hop across the lawn.
Each one is a miracle, ours for the enjoying.
Like strawberries on the vine.