24 Aug Every Summer has a Story
“Every Summer Has A Story” I saw those words printed beneath a beach painting: a woman sitting in the sand, gazing into the distance, lost in thoughts we’ll never know. The words stayed with me for days. Every season, every month, even every day carries its own story. Most days, I record a small bit of mine in my journal so I can look back and remember God’s threads of grace through it all. Summer is my season. My favorite. The one I anticipate all year: beach days, the 4th of July, warm nights outside, stacks of books, outdoor concerts, pool time, and getaways. But this year, this story of mine has been one of melancholy. Maybe you can relate. The heaviness settled in before summer began, when a diagnosis of a family member sent me on a stressful path of decisions and a constant search for wisdom. It is a daily trial of unknowns...