Dear Creator God,
You made the wind and the waves and the wide sandy beach that stretches as far as the eye can see. I felt Your presence as I baked in the sun and dove in the sea-green water, listening to the gulls darting overhead.
May I continue to bask in Your warmth in the cooling autumn days.
The ice cream truck was always there when I wanted it, and somehow the rain stayed away when the picnic supper was planned or at least it waited until the blankets were folded and we were safe inside.
I give thanks for Your bounty at all times.
Every September I still feel like it’s the first day of school again, and I need to buy new notebooks at a back-to-school sale and brush up on my Algebra or rusty French so that I don’t make a fool of myself on the first day of classes.
Help me be an eternal student of Your goodness.
No sooner had I unpacked my dirty laundry from the trip we took did I glance at the calendar for the month ahead and saw it crowded with meeting after meeting after meeting. What happened to the calm of August? Even You got to rest on the seventh day.
Let me hold on to the peace and quiet of vacation.
The days are already getting shorter. The sun isn’t such a dependable alarm in the morning. It set before we even finished dessert last night, and the stars were our unexpected companions on an evening walk.
Teach me, Lord, how to measure my days.
Soon the leaves will turn in color and drop from the trees, and I’ll have to dig out the sweaters from the bottom of the drawer, and I’ll declare that October is the most beautiful month of the year. Brisk, clear, luminous. In the meanwhile…
Thank You, God, for summer. May there be just one more round of fresh corn on the cob.
