Each day holds a surprise. But only if we expect it can we see, hear, or feel it when it comes to us. Let’s not be afraid to receive each day’s surprise, whether it comes to us as sorrow or as joy. It will open a new place in our hearts, a place where we can welcome new friends and celebrate more fully our shared humanity.
The last batch of summer guests are on their way home.
Two of our out-of-state grandkids have already begun school.
Our daughter and son-in-law, both teachers, are setting up their classrooms, trying to squeeze out the last bit of summer, cramming in as many family activities as possible before back-to-school responsibilities hit head-on.
Our youngest granddaughter expressed concern today about her upcoming pre-kindergarten testing. “How is it possible she’s reached school age, and just why is a bright little five-year-old worried about a test?” Grandma wonders.
Our youngest grandson doesn’t realize yet that it will be off to baby day care for him in a few days.
Summer, that joyful season of nice long, warm days, fun in the sun and carloads of visiting family, is reaching its conclusion. Even though autumn is my favorite season of the year, I always feel a twinge of sadness when summertime is about to end.
There was nothing particularly noteworthy about our summer. We didn’t take a special vacation. We didn’t make any major purchases—always a temptation when you live within walking distance of an amazing lake filled with beautiful boats, and you watch caravans of RV’s stream along our North Idaho highways.
No, summer 2016 was one filled with the joy of ordinary moments. A Brene’ Brown quote I read today reminded me of truth that’s not always easy for me to remember: when I diminish the “ordinary” because I’m spending my energy planning for a someday, unknown “extraordinary,” I rob myself of joy.
Joy comes to us in the ordinary moments.
We risk missing out on joy when
we get too busy chasing down the extraordinary.
I hope that today, and perhaps in the next couple blog posts, you won’t mind if I take a little time to reminisce and share some joyful summer memories.
Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earth,
burst into jubilant song with music…
Psalm 98:4 (NIV)
I can only imagine the stories this dilapidated former grain elevator located on the Palouse farmlands might tell.
…weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
Psalm 30:5 (KJV)
One of my favorite summertime joys is going to the farmer’s market for a week’s supply of fresh produce. I loved the brilliant colors of summer displayed in this basket of peppers. Coeur d’Alene has a wonderful Farmer’s Market!
One recent Friday afternoon, I packed a picnic dinner, and Ron and I set out for Palouse Falls, an obscure display of nature’s magnificence! Located in the ‘middle of nowhere,’ the visitor must be intentional about seeing this wonder.
For You, Lord, have made me glad through Your work;
I will triumph in the works of Your hands.
Psalm 92:4 (NKJV)
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.
Proverbs 17:22 (KJV)
These two merry hearts are very good medicine for Grandma’s and Grandpa’s spirits and bones!
My prayer for you in these waning days of summer is that you will be blessed with simple summer joys!