The last days of summer are here. It has been a good year, and fall is my favorite, so of course I’m looking forward to crisp afternoons and apple cider and warm sweaters. But I’m sad to think of summer drawing to a close. Time moves too quickly, and season seem to pass by before I have the chance to give them fair greeting. My sentimental heart wants to hold on, to say, “no, wait! not yet! please, linger awhile longer!” But time keeps passing. And all I can do is pray to be faithful and fruitful in the time I have, today, because this, too, will be gone far too soon.
It’s funny. The way we look forward to “the next thing,” and then bemoan the swift changes that come when “next” becomes “now.” Today I’m praying this: to savor the present (Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom, Ps. 90:12). And for faithfulness and fruitfulness today (Col. 1:11-12). And for joyful confidence in God, for all that new seasons bring (Pr. 31:25).