Ah the sweetness of a summer evening. It’s been over 90 degrees today and the soft gentle breeze lilting its way across the oak and maple covered mountains brings refreshment akin to an icy drink. The sound is a symphony of almost silence. I heard my first cicada of the summer this evening. It is still a bit early for katydids. They should decorate our evenings in mid-August. The bats are here gobbling up the mosquitoes, making it more pleasant to be outside. Neighbors are out and so our evening walk was a social event. Just a tad of rain fell on us. It wasn’t enough to blur my glasses. But it was enough to fill the air with that wonderful smell of an approaching storm that never came.
Every state has its specialness. We used to live in Iowa and the summertime sound of corn growing was the sound of prosperity. While we did not have seasons in Africa there were the days when the coffee trees were in bloom. The scent was not that of Starbucks but rather of cherry blossoms in Washington, D.C.
George Gershwin and DuBose Heyward left us with “Summertime when the living is easy.” It has been recorded by different groups and soloists over 33,000 times. It is part of our social fabric.
In Jeremiah 8:20 Jeremiah laments for his people, “The harvest is past, the summer has ended, and we are not saved.” Let that never be written for us. If you are not yet sure of your salvation do not let this summer pass without believing that our God is a God who keeps His promises. In John 5:24 He promises if we will believe in Jesus we will immediately cross over from death to life. Summertime is a sweet time!
Spring Of Life