403. There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. ~Joe Wheeler

Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond. The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad…all things were glad and flourishing. ~Charles Dickens

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Heat, ma’am! it was so dreadful here,
that I found there was nothing left for it 
but
to take off my flesh 
and sit in my bones.
~Sydney Smith

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At 6:51 this morning sweet, sweet spring relinquished her throne in the northern hemisphere to sum, sum, summertime! The longest day of the year has arrived; all that began in spring has come into its initiated fullness. Now with corn stalks on the rise so is the heat as we begin the long, hot journey through the “burning cathedral of summer.”

The day is yours, and yours also the night; you established the sun and moon. It was you who set all the boundaries of the earth; you made both summer and winter. ~Psalm 74:16-17 ✝

Thank you, Lord Jesus, that you save, you heal, you restore, and you reveal Your Father’s heart to us! You have captured me with grace and I’m caught in Your infinite embrace! Like Saint Hildegard Lord, may I too be a feather on your holy breath and spread, like seeds, the gospel abroad.

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6 thoughts on “403. There is something deep within us that sobs at endings. ~Joe Wheeler

  1. in the South–I think we’ve become quite accustomed to transitioning from Winter to Summer seemingly skipping Spring. That lovely season of awakening seems to be almost the duration of a mere blink.
    We are indeed entering the burning cathedral–where our true mettle is to be tested
    We did have a small respite this afternoon with a storm blowing up—yet the winds were a bit much for some of the older oaks in Atlanta—ths the season of feast and famine—
    Hugs to you my friend—
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  2. Mother Nature in all her glory. Beautiful, and I like what Julie had to say as well. Time to enjoy the warmth and taste the delicious fruits and other gifts she bestows on us. It is but a brief moment in time.

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