Summer always flies by too fast.
We already covered how I’m a sentimental person already, so let’s just say I haven’t been relishing the thought of letting this summer go.
I was all in the “I don’t WANT summer to be over and there’s way too much fall in my feeds already” mood last week when I read this post on (in)courage. yes. What can I do but give thanks?
Wanting summer won’t bring it back.
Worrying about fall won’t help either.
I AM thankful… thankful for the days of rest and healing after a tumultuous beginning of May.
Thankful for the sun after a winter of living in Arendelle.
Thankful for the weeks we spent at the lake with our family, for the sailing, the skiing, the food, the baby-holding, the Frozen singing with my two year old cousins. Thankful for the reflecting, writing afternoons and the fires on the beach in the evening.
Thankful for the coffee dates, the sleepovers, the “let’s get together and dance” days, the texts that fly to my friends when we can’t talk face to face.
Thankful for the babysitting, not just for the income, but for the love and the lessons it teaches me.
Thankful for the ways the Lord has turned me towards Him, walked me through things I didn’t know I needed to work through, loved me all the while, and continues to carry me through life.
It’s been a good summer, a beautiful summer, really. I’m going to soak up the last few days of it.
And then it will be fall. And fall will be okay. School will happen, college will happen, HPA will happen, life will happen. And it will be wonderful.
Because a wonderful God guides our ways.