The Sunday Message

Summer is the annual permission slip to be lazy. To do nothing and have it count for something. To lie in the grass and count the stars. To sit on a branch and study the clouds.  –Regina Brett

The first day of summer arrived Saturday, and I can see some 80 degree days in our future. A thunderstorm rolled through Friday night like a parade celebrating summer’s arrival. My yard is green, some flowers are growing, and my windows are open. I mowed and trimmed my yard. I actually enjoyed it. I do like this time of year.

During summer nights, I love to look at the stars. When my kids were younger we would lie on a blanket in the backyard and look at the stars. We would talk, but I would mostly listen to them. Sometimes we would head out of town away from the city lights and spend an evening looking up at the stars.

For some reason seeing the stars makes me feel closer to God – especially in Montana. Seeing the stars in Big Sky Country makes me feel so small, so inadequate, it makes me feel in awe of God’s great work.

That’s the way we should always feel. Thank you God for your great work – and for summer!

 

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