Praise you God, because from you all blessings flow
And some kind of summer beckons.
Different from the endless summer of last year, where we were all so lonely we could spit.
Different from the fall where promises of vaccines were hazy and masks were packed into book bags with lunches
and we held our breath.
Now after giving up all of my free time to digitally school my eldest, and truck my other two back and forth to school.
Now after a year of basically nothing but school (and thank God eventually church), no clubs, no friends, no activities.
After a winter of depression
And a spring of exhaustion
And a Post-Pandemic, which, maybe, sort a, might be starting,
but sure as anything hasn’t really become a reality yet….
–For India and Brazil, Lord hear our prayers–
A year of mostly rewardless schooling has ended, and we are finally able to send our students and teachers back with our thanks.
Summer beckons, and God I hope you guide us through.
I hope you help us to wind our way through this time of huge transition
Because we have not yet begun to feel the aftershocks of all that is different in our lives.
And I keep hearing hints
Of mourning those we have lost and adjusting to what life is now
Of mass retirements, and considered quittings,
Of reprioritizations and reorganization.
And so, I’m praying that I can string together some pieces of summer
with ice cream
and water fights.
Just enough pieces of summer, to feed my soul.
Until I figure how the hell we are going to do the next good thing.
Give us summer we pray.
Please feel free to adapt/share/use with credit to Pastor Katy Stenta