When summer winds down


It is still hot, sometimes muggy.  Those pesky mosquito's are still out nimbling on ankles and elbows and my big toe but the nights begin to feel a little cooler....  when summer starts to wind down.

The back to school lists are long, the school supply section at the stores are crowded and little people are picking colors for folders and crayons and lunchboxes...  all when summer starts to wind down.

We have found out what teachers we have, and we see the end...  the days are numbered and the air is mixed with both excited anticipation and a sweet bitterness of summers end, as summer starts to wind down.

That September calendar comes out and fills in, there is talk of Thanksgiving and Christmas plans as the sunblock bottles start to go empty, when summer starts to wind down.

New crispy jeans are bought and new soft sweaters feel so tempting to put on.  Bathing suits are put away in exchange for long sleeves.  Cleats are pulled out for soccer.  Signs that point to summer winding down.

It's bittersweet yes?  The draw of a new fresh season perks us up but the letting go..  oh the letting go of late mornings and swimming and sunshine, the ocean and the sand.  The letting go is always the most hard, even when we know what is before us good and new and fresh.  Isn't that the case with so much of life.  The not letting go that keeps us from moving forward.  The holding on because we fear was is ahead.  I'm reminded of God's promises that His mercies are new every morning.  The letting go of yesterday in order to embrace what God has for us today.

I will have a hard time letting go of summer, and yet I will be excited for the embracing of a new season.

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