I have travelled to every corner of our great nation, and while I appreciate the ocean and the mountains and the desert, and even the big cities,
there is no place like home.
I live in the midwest, and I absolutely love having four distinct seasons–just about the time you are tired of one season, the next one rolls in and the landscape changes, every season bringing its own beauty–the ever-changing landscape, a canvas of God’s handiwork.
August is our hottest month, but the signs of fall are approaching: the cornfields are high, the annuals are slowing disappearing, and the mums are starting to bud. August heat brings the sounds of crickets and locusts, and fireflies light up the night sky.
One of the ways I choose to live a grateful life is to embrace what ever season I am in–whether in nature or in life. We can pine away for a different time or a different season, or we can live each day for what it is–a gift. Let’s not waste a moment.
“The day is Yours, also the night; You established the moon and the sun. You set all the boundaries of the earth; You made summer and winter.” Psalm 7:1-17