Summertime is a mixed blessing for me. It is filled with sunshine and experiences that take me out of the normal pattern of my days. There are people to visit, family gatherings to attend and classes to take. My days are filled with more reading and planning for the year ahead then at other times of the year. I spend free time in my garden pulling weeds and clipping over grown shrubs. These are all good things, things that I truly enjoy, but I usually find myself also in a sort of malaise by mid-July. I miss the predictably of daily and weekly rhythms. I miss seeing people on Sunday. I miss knowing I do this activity on this day. I miss...

Despite what I would call the midsummer blues, I truly do desire to see God in the midst of it all. When I take a moment to reflect, I have experienced God ... in the dialogue, in the play, in the activity, in our worship, in my reading, in meeting new people, in our Sunday gathering, in Holy Moly! (yes, in Holy Moly!), and in the quiet moments in my Adirondack chair ... I sometimes think I miss what is present to me in my missing of what is not. I forget that this moment is enough. In this moment God is here.

May we enter into the second half of summer with watchful eyes, ready to see God, here, now, today.