Summer is for blueberry picking on the first day of the season at this adorable spot in Edom (also known as middle-of-nowhere-east-Texas)
Summer is for dinners at Cracker Barrel and who knew? Cracker Barrel is still the place to be on a Saturday night out in the sticks.
And summer is for pulling over immediately because we couldn’t believe how they turned the fields gold, and the light was just right, and if we would have left even thirty minutes later we would have missed them.
Summer is for gathering the whole family clan in one spot for just a few days, then not taking a single picture because we were so happy just being there. It’s for playing tennis even when people are watching, and laughing because really, there’s no other explanation for my tennis “skills,” and it’s for turning everything into a race or a competition, then collapsing in a heap of laughter every time.
Summer is for all those things and more. It’s God’s well-timed reminder of those small, simple things that bring smiles. Summer is also for storms, and sadly there have been too many to count already. The storms are real and terribly threatening. They hurt and never seem to end, until they do.
The storms always end, and then after the silence breaks through, hope fights its way back. It really wasn’t ever the summer we loved, but the great God behind it. He can’t help but be compassionate and gracious, because those words define who He is. He holds it all together and brings us seasons and rain and winter and summer.
And hope does not disappoint us, because God has poured out his love into our hearts by the Holy Spirit, whom He has given us. -Romans 5:5