Thursday afternoon. Bread is baking, children quiet, my tea tray is next to me, book within reach. In the wild loveliness of summer I've missed teatime. There have been many other joyous things but today, with a storm blowing in, it feels right to put my feet up and sip hot, black tea.
I'm not dressed like her, but she looks meditative, which is how I feel.
I'm certainly not ready for Autumn and yet, the steadiness of September beckons.
And what will Autumn look like? Don't we all wish we knew. Or maybe it's better not to know, it might be too much. If I had known how strange the first half of 2020 would be, I may not have made it this far with my courage, faith, heart in tact.
I want to "hallow the gift of health by serving others and God" like Philip Yancey writes in his book, Soul Survivor. He subtitled it "How Thirteen Unlikely Mentors Helped My Faith Survive the Church" and it is one of the best books I've read in 2020.
It's also the right book at this time for me. There's such a thing, you know?
"Hallow the gift of health" - I'd never thought of that before.