A Man Called Sun.
Summer is a strange time here in my newly adopted hometown of Ashland, Ohio. It can feel like a bit of a ghostown at times, people coming in and out, some leaving on vacation, moving into different schedules, keeping to themselves and their families a bit more, seasonal things opening for the summer, activities changing because there is now this thing called sunshine available, etc. It was different in California in that it was always the same. Schedules never slowed, people never stopped moving, things never closed down, nothing was seasonal and the sun never stopped shining. I have to say that I like the slower pace, although my pace hasn’t slowed down much at all, probably because I can’t completely push back the influence of where I lived most of my life after only one year. Or maybe it’s because the season of life I find myself in requires much work, much building, and much more establishing. As long as God is drawing the blueprints, I’ll do it.
And I hope to be content to change course when it’s time, too.
