"As the sun on summer days gladdens us with beams more warm and bright than at other times...so is it with the mercy of God; it hath its golden hours; its days of overflow, when the Lord magnifieth his grace." - Charles Spurgeon
One glorious week spent beneath August sun on the sands of a tiny lake in Michigan, and I find myself full.
Full from a feast of gladness.
Every now and then we have to get brave
and brake
in order to break up this steady daily rhythms of the rushrushswoosh of time.
Every now and then
{despite the pull to just keep swimming through the currents}
life needs to be interrupted by
waves gently sweeping over sandy beach
toes immersed in clear water
laughter erupting from little lips
crickets singing in the crisp air of dusk
whispers uttered beneath stars, amid burning embers.
And then
like the golden summer light of August, of summer making way to fall
mercy begins to drip thick
like honey from a hive
as the heart hears
and the eyes see
and the lips confess
all of the small and beautiful blessings
we breeze over in the day to day
but realize in full
when we brake
and break
from the spin cycle of the everyday.
