In the midst of sweltering heat and ACs, longer days and the search for fun, He always finds me. The constancy is funny. From the time I was a tween to now in my twenties, He always comes.
I’m not sure why it happens in the summer. When I was in school, summer was the time for youth conferences. Now that I’m years past school, summer is the time for adventure and a break from the ordinary. Maybe it’s not summer so much but rather that break from the ordinary, that letting go of routine so that He finally has my attention.
Laying upon my bed, the cool night blowing through my window, His words blow upon my heart again:
“O God, You are my God; early will I seek You; My soul thirsts for You; My flesh longs for You in a dry and thirsty land where there is no water. So I have looked for You in the sanctuary, to see Your power and Your glory.
Because Your lovingkindness is better than life, my lips will praise You. Thus I will bless You while I live; I will lift up my hands in Your name. My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness (abundance), and my mouth shall praise You with joyful lips.
When I remember You on my bed, I meditate on You in the night watches. Because You have been my help, therefore in the shadow of Your wings I will rejoice. My soul follows close behind You; Your right hand upholds me.” (New King James Version, Psalm 63:1-8)
The message I get loud and clear? Never let your youthful zeal die. Always love the Lord as passionately as you did that summer, dancing for hours in the mountains at summer camp. Your love will grow and mature, as it should. But always remember when He was all you wanted, when your heart burst for Him, when you stayed up all night talking about Him, when you spent all day worshipping Him. Always remember so that it’s always true:
“O God, You have taught me from my youth; and to this day I declare Your wondrous works!” (New King James Version, Psalm 71:17)