July, that is. It’s not July’s fault that it is so difficult to get through. After all, a month cannot be blamed for its events, its sadness or grief – but, nevertheless, those things shape it for all time.
At least, for me.
I have to live July with intention.
To plan joy.
To not give in to sorrow and sadness.
To be on prayer watch.
To turn up my perception and discernment meters!
To be extra sensitive and compassionate.
I don’t write much in July, instead I fill my blog posts with photos, favorites, recipes and invite 25 girlfriends into our home on a rainy Saturday for lunch, silly prizes, fabulous fellowship and food!
You see for me, and the pretty young reflection in my mirror (my daughter), July was stolen from us 12 years ago by a senseless murder, a road trip to hot Texas for a funeral where our tears were joined with the 150% humidity, a memorial service of raw memories and affections, rental cars, more road trips, house guests, grief, sorrow, and a big fat void in my faith.
July lingers with a cloud.
Faith was restored. Hope was renewed. Grief surrendered. Tears dried.
Because we serve a faithful God who wrote this down so we’d remember it:
…His favor is for life; weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning. Psalm 30.5
So I will restore to you the years that the swarming locust has eaten…Joel 2.25
See you in August!