The campfire is about to be lit. The trees are still. The air is crisp and cool, heavy with the smell of the ocean. The sunset is quietly brilliant. Boston daughter and friends have left. NY daughter remains one more night to hang with Mom and Dad. They trickle out at the end of the weekend, just like they trickle in at the beginning of it.
It was a weekend of laughter, dancing to country tunes until 1am and connecting with our kids in a way only a weekend here at the cape can provide. The first campfires of the season have begun. The beach bags and flip flops have been resurrected. New sunscreen has been bought. We were lucky to get two beautiful beach days when we were only promised one by the weatherman. We’ll take it.
Tomorrow everyone will leave and the first summer holiday will be behind us. The gang will return for the fourth and we’ll do it all again. The ebb and flow of life. The coming together and going away over and over again. We come together to share where we’ve been, the we part for a time to go back out there and do more navigating.
God purposely keeps our lives flowing. I used to have a hard time with holidays ending and everyone leaving. Now I see it as my turn to go out and do my own navigating. Instead of feeling sad and empty when they pull out of the driveway tomorrow, I’ll look at it with the anticipation of what God has planned for me this week. Who will I meet? What ideas will I have? What surprises will come my way that will change a course I had planned? What new places will I find myself in?
And so, as the season of summer begins, the possibilities are as endless as they are unknown, and…I have written.
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