If I could tally up the emotion that best describes this summer I would give you the word "freedom".  I've had a great sense of freedom as we unleased from the tether of home to head down the Oregon Coast to San Diego on our holidays. And, although we came back to be plunged headfirst into end of school "stuff", the rest of the summer had alloted me the same privilege of being able to head out the door on a whim.

I've spent hours just walking for miles and miles. I've begun new friendships, and rekindled ones that had fizzled out. I've bumped into people who I haven't seen for years and wondered at the timing and the reason behind these strange encounters.  Hearts laid bare in a parking lot by Save-On Foods. I've touched bases with friends who will always be friends. The kind of friends that have become knit into the fabric of my being, who's lives have intimately changed the way I do life, and who have walked with me while the walls around my safe places where being shifted and torn down. These kinds of friends fill your cup until it 'runneth over' as the sweet old King James says.

I've had time to putter in my garden, pruning flowers for hours under an easy sun that fills my heart with joy and warms me to my bones. I've had time to think about God and soak in the light of His gaze. I've felt the direction of my life shifting, not ground-shaking shifting but  a subtle shift that isn't really clear or meaningful to me yet.

I feel rested in my spirit. Happy that I haven't even flipped the calendar to August yet. Excited that there are lots of days left in which to continue revelling in freedom, and filling my well until it's overflowing. I'm not so overwhelmed by thoughts of what the new school year will hold. I think I'm finally beginning to learn what it means to trust God. Trust Him not only for the salvation of my soul, or the uncertainty of the future, but for the details of my days, the inconsequential things that mean nothing to anybody else but me and Him. And, He takes care of them.