Playdates: Summer

Our evening walks are sullied by the heaviness of the air and we are grateful for the whisper of a breeze. The baby ducks are growing, we count them each day—roll call with our eyes and hold breath until all twelve are accounted for. Already the days are full with being together and in the eyes of my boys I see the lightness of freedom.
There is such joy in their company. We ride bikes and search for beauty and talk. There is no pressure…no hurry…we just breathe.
But the days tumble from one moment to the next and already I miss being lonely.
I wait for the cool.

The stars come early and the moon lingers long and I sit still under the night canopy. The scent of honeysuckle drifts on night mist. The fireflies wink at me in the dark. I am aglow with living starlight.

Summer is here. She is here in all her glory and she sings God  in the songs of crickets and peepers and boys wet from swimming. I collect her jewels—these ruby berries of time—and sort through them in the cool, talk through them with my man, sigh through them in the blinking in the trees, hold on to them this way…
Ah, yes, the beauty is right here.
Summer has arrived. 

How about you? How do you embrace the God-joy? Every Monday I’ll be sharing one of my Playdates with God. I would love to hear about yours. It can be anything: outside, quiet time. Maybe it’s solitary. Maybe it’s loud and crowded. Just find Him. Be with Him. And come tell us about it.

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Comments

  1. says

    Love how GOD speaks through your words…”The fireflies wink at me in the dark. I am aglow with living starlight.”

    No fireflies in my corner of Washington…such felicity to be “aglow with living starlight.”

  2. says

    “I miss being lonely.” Yes, I think I know what you mean, although I had not thought of it in words. Thank you for that gift.

    Thanks also for your visit to and comment on my site.

    May the Lord grant your desire for pockets of quiet lonely time as you need them. Only pockets, though, not too much

  3. says

    You weave blossoms, scents, tasty berries, spicy morsels into mural tapestries showing Gods abundant gifts to His people. You must have some great moments with Him to be able to explain His mind with such heart. I love the poetic heart He has given you. 🙂

  4. says

    I remember those summers as a child, so full of that lightness of freedom. You made me want to sit outside and watch fireflies. Maybe try to catch some. Sigh.

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