When was the last time you sat on your back porch and listened to the sounds of summer–a thousand and one insects chatting all vying for center stage, a lone cricket whispering his solemn chant?
Looked up to see brilliant blue sky made brighter by the sun’s warming rays? Or drank in the large…white…fluffy clouds painted by the Creator’s Hand that canvas the azul?
Felt a gentle breeze glide across your face and awaken your senses to its touch?
Scanned the long green blades of grass dotted with white clovers tinged in pink?
Watched the winged creatures we call butterflies flutter from one lovely colored flower to another?
Quietly surveyed a large furry black and yellow bubble bee land upon a purple cornflower and parade about echoing a noisy buzz?
Viewed a blue jay pluck a juicy blackberry from the vine for an afternoon snack?
Observed as a moth skimmed across the tops of ripening soy beans?
Watched as a single willow leaf twirled to the ground?
Noticed the dropping head of a sunflower its face washed in shades of yellow? God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning–the six day. (Genesis 1:31). If you haven’t “slowed” for any of the above, summer has not yet been put to bed, and you still have time. Slow, dear friends, and breathe in God!