And Then Summer

Summer came all at once, overnight. Everything, right down to this eighty degree day, everything summer: laundry on the line, flowers booming, weddings in the offing, and full guest rooms.

There are a million things to do. So I made a list. Next, I started a book that I want to read this week. I especially want to have a book that is going to break the momentum of the charging, pace of making all the things on the list happen. We’ve been arriving at the close of our days with a level of weariness that short-changes our happy sense of accomplishment. I don’t like being so tired that our minds start playing tricks on us. Doubt sets in  suggesting that it’s not going to be worth it. That maybe we should be wary of success. Maybe we’re chasing the wind… again. Or maybe God in His all knowing goodness is hiding a better plan in His pocket… An alternate plan we will have to somehow come to peace with, last minute.

I am hoping that doubt, this lurking monster of discouragement, will give up and be the fertile soil for faith. So that no matter how the plan happens; we will be thankful. I’m not feeling overly saintly in my mind about the yo-yo ing. I want what I want now that I finally gave up what I thought I wanted earlier. I realized that what Elv wanted to do was what I needed to want as well. So I did the work of surrender on that score. And now, this new game is chasing around my tired mind. My sisters would say, “Sometimes all you need is a drink of water and a nap.”