I have decided it is the summer of curls and braids. And loose fitting clothes. And lying on the beach, friends gathering in our back yard for a meal, relaxing on the pallet bed with a good book, gardening, watching Will and Liza march in parades with the homeschool band. A summer of transitions as Jack finalizes his plans for college this fall. Oh eighteen years, where did you go?! And I am praying for a summer of healing for Henry, that his new doctor will have some insight in bringing strength and endurance back to his body.
A summer of reflection. I once heard Richard Foster introduce Dallas Willard with these words, "He is content to be known and get his identity from simply being a disciple of Jesus Christ." I wrote it down because it was such a beautiful description. And what my heart desires. Wife, homeschooling mama, fitness trainer, free spirit, the chick that thrifts...may all of these flow out of my true identity, a follower of Jesus.
After a long, harsh winter this summer feels especially needed. And it's a good reminder that long, harsh winters don't last forever.