For a year during which it felt like I could do very little, much has happened, and the first half of 2020 has just flown by. Now, I know those of you working from home and/or trying to teach or keep kids busy at home, you had June dog-eared on your calendar the moment the schools closed their doors and handed your offspring back to you, for June meant that you could at least end one portion of your insane multi-tasking.
In nature, summer is the period of growth. It is the respite between the two major working seasons . . . spring planting and fall harvest. The warm days are long, and though there is some work to be done during this time, weeding primarily, nature pretty much does its own thing.
Literature, always ripe with symbolism, furthers this idea as summer often refers to a character’s personal or relational growth and the prime of his or her life.
Therefore, summer is more than just a reprieve. It is viewed as a time of freedom and fullness.
Whether we were aware of it or not, a lot of “seeds” were planted this past spring. Seeds of discord, of hope, of fear, of promise. Seeds of frustration and anxiety as well as peace and reflection. Regardless of how we view the events that have happened or the news we have been told, the personal discomforts or tragedies we have experienced or the opportunities that have arisen, “seeds” have been planted, and they will grow . . . quite easily on their own.
So during this season of growth, we need to be careful to “weed” out the destructive sprouts and “water” those those that will make us better. Then when fall comes, and it’s time for the harvest, we will be stronger, more godly and God-honoring individuals.
Remember: “As someone thinks within himself, so he is” (Proverbs 23:7).