When summer gathers up her robes of glory,And, like a dream, glides away.
Sarah Helen Whitman
Some quaint streets of my city awaited me yesterday. Their beauty held me captive, as my dear husband, sweet aunt, and I nestled into our old Mazda 626 and headed for drives filled with old cottage homes, southern charm, overhanging elms, oaks, and maples, and the lasting blooms of summer.
Driving slowly, we nearly strained our necks as we soaked in storybook views. We absorbed sights of old architecture. Were amazed at abundant ivy growing up old fireplaces. Even stopped to peek in windows of a neglected English cottage, starved for new owners. Then, witnessed the care of late summer gardens that were at once stunning and intimidating.
Our awe was eclipsed again and again. The rare grace of Jackson Vine moved me to follow where I could not go. Colorful lawns filled with lasting impatiens, lingering lilies, and other lovelies brought pause.
But, we did not see many roses. Scattered sweetly, yet scarcely about, we observed only a few.
Not many are now left to warm our hearts and fill our eyes with season's beauty. Once symbols of a new beginning, of long, lazy, hot days, and sultry nights with air full of lightening bugs and sounds of children, their beauty now begs one last look at a time past.
I do not see sadness in their meager disposition. Only forward joy. For what was once will again be, and the future, crisp fall will bring its own beauty and color and vision and promise. The last roses of summer are reminders of God's goodness and hope. The final blooms of this season are simply telling us to walk through our fall and winter with promise, to find treasure in chilly days, falling leaves, freezing nights, plains of snow, and trees of ice.
Seeing the final blooms of summer is remembrance for me. The few summer roses now left make me think of my favorites from spring. They were an anniversary surprise. Twelve long stems and lovely flowers. They were much more than material. Those precious roses were love. Real. Lasting. Love.
Their soft, ruby red petals begged my stooping over to whiff about ninety times each day. When they finally began to droop and fade, I separated them into two bunches, placed rubber bands around the stems, slipped the bands over a wire coat hanger, and hung them upside down in the tiny little closet in our guest room.
To me, the perfect dozen still lives. Now dried, their crinkly petals can fill a crystal vase and whisper, "You will never forget."
Perhaps you think me a sappy sentimentalist, but please remember I'm thinking good and thanking God for good. For roses, for a wonderful husband, for family, for friends, for a full season. For you. Because "every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows" (James 1:17, NIV).
This Labor Day weekend, as we realize another summer past, let's treat God's wonder with amazement. Let's stand in awe of His beauty and truth. Let's beckon His deep workings of the Holy Spirit in our lives. Let's prepare ourselves for a special season of autumn and winter. Let's look forward to new days of Bible study, prayer, sharing, and giving. Let's determine to fall on our faces and confess our unworthiness and our need for Him.
God bless each of you mightily! Through the power of His Holy Spirit may He give you exactly what you need today! And why not allow this Labor Day weekend to be unforgettable? Somehow, somewhere, get alone with Jesus. Pour your heart out to Him and ask Him to whisper His voice to you. To prepare your heart for His special blessing. To open your life to new abundance. New harvest. New joy.
You will be pleasantly surprised at His loving answer. Oh, how he longs to hear you! Oh, how He will answer!
In His Grace,
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Sentimental in the nicest possible way Andrea, I can understand the loveliness of your memories.
ReplyDeleteSappy sentamentalist? No way! I love the word pictures. They are poetic on many levels, and join a chorus of like poetry about life's and nature's demonstrations of God's abundant gifts.
ReplyDeleteThank you,
Kathleen
Andrea,
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful discription of your drive! I can actually imagine the lovely cottages and leftover summer flowers:). What a wonderful God we have to surround us with such beauty!
Blessings,
Kim
Dearest Andrea,
ReplyDeleteMany Late Summer Blessings to you as I hope we have a very long and beautiful Indian Summer.
Fall isn't far away and the evenings are getting darker earlier.
Enjoyed your post today and what you have penned.
God richly Bless you,
d
Oh, to "treat God's wonder with amazement." What a lovely prelude to fall. Thank you for the beauty of your writing. Or rather, I thank GOD for the beauty of your writing, which treats his wonder with amazement.
ReplyDeleteAh...you paint such a lovely pictures in my mind...loved what you shared of your anniversary roses...have a wonderful weekend with your family!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, dearest Andrea!!!!
ReplyDeleteI just love the title of your post...
*sigh*
Many Blessings~ Miss Jen
I so love your blog. You are so encouraging and to know that there are so many on this journey with life with me is wonderful. GOD brought us all together for such a time as this.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful weekend.
In him,
Laura
I agree - we should soak up Labor Day weekend, get outside and allow ourselves to see Him in the last kiss of summer and the promise of fall! Thank you for an encouraging post, Andrea!
ReplyDeleteDear Andrea,
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely drive you must have had, you described it so beautifully! This is my favorite time of year...the cool crisp change is in the air.
May the Lord be with you!
Blessings!
~Nadine
Andrea,
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of answers and knowing that sometimes God answers yes, sometimes no and sometimes wait, in recent days I have been praising the Lord and rejoicing over two very specific yes's!!!
As always, a very beautiful and heartfelt post and thank you so much dear friend for passing on the award.
Blessings,
Debra
Andrea that was beautiful, I felt as though I was in the seat beside you taking that ride.
ReplyDeleteWhat a truly encourageing post, It is a post I will ponder for the weekend. Thanksss
Have a beautiful & blessed weekend :)
I loved the drive with you today and felt like I was right there. Haven't seen a lightening bug in years! I like the way you tied in your thankful list after your lovely description of the drive, flowers and scenery. I am so grateful to know the Lord and when I hear His voice, I'm thrilled.
ReplyDeleteDear Andrea,
ReplyDeleteEach of your posts flow with a poetic song. I admire your writing gift.
May the Lord bless you today with a deeper heart-knowledge of Him.
With Much Love...
Beautiful Grace
Your reflection regarding the roses' gift is moving and lovely and touches me in the deep places of remembrance, too. I have also been moved by God's creation in recent days ... there's something so pristine about its refusal to "let up" in its display that moves me to consider my God more fully.
ReplyDeleteHope you are well.
peace~elaine
hello... hapi blogging... have a nice day! just visiting here....
ReplyDeleteDearest Andrea,
ReplyDelete"Let's stand in awe of His beauty and truth. Let's beckon His deep workings of the Holy Spirit in our lives. Let's prepare ourselves for a special season of autumn and winter. Let's look forward to new days of Bible study, prayer, sharing, and giving. Let's determine to fall on our faces and confess our unworthiness and our need for Him."
What a beautiful way to bring in a change of season! May I copy just this little snippet of your heart-felt words and place them on my blog? They are just perfect!
In His Grace,
lady m
For what was once will again be, and the future, crisp fall will bring its own beauty and color and vision and promise. The last roses of summer are reminders of God's goodness and hope. The final blooms of this season are simply telling us to walk through our fall and winter with promise, to find treasure in chilly days, falling leaves, freezing nights, plains of snow, and trees of ice.
ReplyDeleteHow beautifully you paint with words, dear Andrea. Each blog post you write is a work of art. And I love meditating on the changing seasons. Each season has a beauty all its own.
Fall is my favorite season, and spring is the other. They are twin seasons, I believe. But I also believe the season in heaven is spring. Yet here on earth, without fall, there can be no spring!
Thanks for accepting the blog awards and passing them on.
I have received more awards today, and will be passing on some of them to you as well.
Love
Lidj
"Forward joy."
ReplyDeleteI so needed to read your words today.
It's been a rough one.
Thank you for always sharing your heart in such a compelling way.
Sweet dreams.
I am blessed to have dropped by. I was thinking about you....praying, andrea
ReplyDeleteI continue to love your writing. It speaks to me of great hope and promise.
ReplyDeleteIt's been a long summer. Some trying times. But, God is faithful, as always, and His Grace remains a constant.
Love to you sweet friend... Your blog is my FAVORITE of all those that are inspirational in nature. Again, I just love the way to write.
Love to you~
Rebecca