What a glorious day the LORD provided. After an evening of rumbling cloudbursts, the land was bathed in a peaceful coolness – such reprieve from the crucible of Midsummer. Such abounding Grace from the Almighty Father!
Despite the riches of the day, I refused to deviate from the tasks set before me… so the children and I spent most of the day outside. To the meadow, to the park – hither and yon. However, when my tasks started to press upon my conscience I decided to permit them to play around the grounds/tumble in the grass whilst I relaxed in the shade with a text to read or notebook in which to write. We even took our lunch of sandwiches and crackers on the porch, unwilling to miss a mere second of the lovely afternoon.
As the great Star waxed low upon the horizon, we set out for an evening excursion within the suburban labyrinth of backstreets and manicured lawns.
Verily, I was able to run much harder in the cooler temperature, though an occasional dry squall from the North would all but take my breath away. I ran hard, pushing myself to grow stronger despite the temperate reprieve. Keeping my knees up when they would ache to relax, staying high upon the balls of my feet though my ankles burned in exertion.
O, but the sky was in flames! Painted across the vast sky was yet another masterpiece by the LORD, a dazzling display of reds and purples glorying in the dying of the light. A crescendo to both lovingly dismiss the Day and to welcome friend Night. The stars yawned and opened their eyes.
We walked as the great shadow fell upon all. My children drinking sweet syrupy snow-cones and laughing at the fireflies. My dear wife smiling in the dark, her lovely quietness enchanting me as we walked down our dusky street.
O, thanks be to the Author and Provider of this day, may His name be praised forever.