A time for every season.

So, it’s the last Friday in July, pushing itself into the first weekend of August. What are you going to do with these days of warmth and family? Of salt sea and summer beaches, of icecream sundaes and kids’ sand castles?

On TV, the talk edges toward Back to School Sales.  What happened to spring? How did summer get so far behind us? What dreams and plans are not yet put up in our pantries, or half thoughts only — our journals still to be filled? Time moves ever so quickly through the happy days of barbecues and water sprinklers.

What fruits. or wheat or tares, did you grow inside that personal garden you were determined to plant this sweet summer? What gifts did God whisper — blowing some seedling thought toward your heart-plot? You remember — that time you took just a moment from the hurly burly and listened to the still voice of Spirit in the seawheat wind; it was maybe just a tickle of a thought, maybe a touch of forgiveness for a hurt long ago, a new pattern of finding joy in the tracks of life’s sand, perhaps even mercy and a love of your fellow man — just that hint of a miracle in some fresh insight, new to your inner ear, heard under heaven’s blue sky and God’s eye.

There is still time! The sun is high and the fields are green. The ground is lush and ready. PLANT! You can do a bit of weeding and leave the rest to God. He will water with SUCH a water as you have never known, the Spirit will form and fuss over angles and truth in being, and Jesus will keep it safe through lightning storms and snares of wolvish predators.

Whatever your age, now is this summer of your life. Glorify it! Glorify in it! Set those summer seeds while yet the earth is warm to your sight and your barefeet can take delight in the playing.

This good earth, these good life passages, this good faith that sustains you, hold it lightly. It will not leave you. Fold your days around the faith-seeds, mustard or lily, what is gifted is yours. In the quiet inspiration on the summer wind, own that miracle  — inherent life — that inward arcing out to birth and growth — creation heavenward — a gift from God.

This is the last Friday in July. It is time for planting. What are you going to do with these days of warmth and family? Of salt sea and summer beaches, of icecream sundaes and kids’ sand castles?

God bless your planting!
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