For everything there is a time

 

Just as our summer has ended, can we take a look, viewing it as a delightful book just finished? Among all the happenings, was there a highlight to savor?  A time of feeling very much alive, or very much loved? Like, one pictorial moment that stands out, signaling that this earth is a good--in fact a wondrous place to be?

Often, hearing a story can trigger one of your own. A shared memory, here, will do that for you today:

Many years back, before our move to Lake Havasu City, I took a walk across the beautiful Ann Morrison Park early in the morning. No one was about except for a human bundle under a bush, someone not yet ready to embrace the light. Birds were on the move accompanied by the sound of their own song. Holy ground it seemed. Shoes removed, I relished the morning dew, which grass blades wore as crowns. It was a lazy walk, filled with contemplation. That is, until it was rudely interrupted!

Inadvertently, I wandered into the cross pattern of a forceful sprinkling system. The reward for my sudden mad dash was a full-bodied blast of cold water. With clothes dripping the thrill of youth had returned.

During those morning moments the gift of life and limber limb, wrapped in sunlight and earthen splendor brought this “mid-life” person of serious soul into an hour of carefree living.

The young child who once rode her bicycle with random recklessness had reappeared. And time stood still. Laughter. Alone with the Creator among His works, yet with a sense of the whole world being with me.

Sweet summer weather had enfolded me into its grip, granting new strength to “shoulder my pack,” and again faced realities, which in previous months had seemed to stretch this heart beyond its boundaries. This offered a tiny reprieve, one more healing than a doctor’s potion. And it was free.

I think of that now, while Lake Havasu is still sunny and warm. While walking in Rotary Park which blankets Lake Havasu’s edges I overhear a winter visitor talking about “how deep is the snow back home.”

The search for Christmas packages and building holiday memories of the past—well, some wondrous and some wearisome, as so much lies ahead. But, for sure, around the corner of time we will have Christmas cheer holding memories and gifts of its own.