So Long, Sweet Summer
Within your temple, O God, we meditate on your unfailing love.
Like your name, O God, your praise reaches to the ends of the earth;
Your right hand is filled with righteousness.
Mount Zion rejoices, the villages of Judah are glad because of your judgements.
Walk about Zion, go around her, count her towers,
Consider well her ramparts, view her citadels, that you may tell of them to the next generation.
For this God is our God for ever and ever;
He will be our guide even to the end.
Like it or not, it’s transition time.
Tomorrow Peter and I head back to our teaching jobs. Next Monday our kids start back to school. We’ve been cruising along in 3rd gear for the past three months, and we’re about to kick it straight into 5th. I can already feel the jerking and the grinding of the gears. This transition always shakes me up.
You would think I’d be an old hand at this by now, having been on one side of the syllabi or the other for just about every year of my life. But I’m here to admit that I still feel sad every time summer and I have to say good-bye. Sad and anxious and resistant. Like I just want to stomp on the brakes, screech to a halt, and throw the whole world into reverse.
This year, though, I’m longing to make this shift more smoothly—gracefully—gratefully—if not for my own sake, for the sake of my husband and my students and the two pintsize passengers who are unwittingly along for the ride. I can’t stop the seasons or the spinning of the globe. Clearly I don’t have that power. But what I do have is a choice and a God who will be our guide.
So this morning, while the rest of my family enjoys a final opportunity to wake at their leisure, I’m sitting in our breakfast nook, sipping green tea, pouring over an unlikely Psalm, and praying for peace.
I’m counting towers and considering ramparts.
I’m remembering waterpark escapades and late night family time around the fire and a successful septum surgery and picnics with friends and all the ways He has shown us His unfailing love.
I’m choosing to trust and to tell the next generation that this same God will be our God into the fall and for ever and ever. Even to the end.
What about you? How are you handling the summer-to-school-year shift?
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