The Sweet Buds of July

By Mary Cates ©

Shall I dare to compare the days of summer to those of the past, when I breathed without a filtering mask and stood fearlessly with strangers in Macy’s customer lines, and ate at Apple Bee’s with no thought of who was in front and behind my booth – and sat close to friends at church? Indeed, rough winds are shaking the darling buds of July, and I find a baby rabbit eating my prized peonies as though it is his last meal. This summer is much too hot and the eye of heaven shines down making my freckles pop out like popcorn exploding in the microwave. But dare I complain?

Sometimes the beautiful complexion of God dims as I watch the news each day and learn of the hatred in the hearts of so many young adults who are roaming the streets and causing mass confusion. I choke back tears at the panoramic view of major cities maimed by senseless behavior. The disgusting ruin lies bare in plain sight for the world to see, and I repeat the words on the sign in the photo: “We are better than this!”

In the face of all that troubles me, the Corona Virus drags its shadow everywhere as it steals more of the peace I once knew. I wonder if the eternal lines of time and mankind are approaching the final climax. Could this be the beginning of sorrows?

But oh, when sweet birds sing and I see the beautiful glory of twilight after the sun fades in the west, and I sink comfortably in my bed, I rest from worry, knowing there is Someone greater than all that troubles me. He is in control – and I sleep.

Awakening to the brilliance of dawn I sense the “love” that controls all things beyond the ruin I went to bed with. Earth appears in pure fullness of beauty, surrounded in a showcase of spectacular control far beyond human reason. I would be so dull to pass this by. For in my brooding moods and fearful trembling, the complexion of God shines through like a flash in my eye, reminding me that though the world is far too much for me, it remains the footstool of God, and He is in command.



So, I say to the rough winds of July – go ahead and shake the buds. And to you, my sweet baby rabbit — eat to your heart’s content. For all is well with my soul, and that is what really counts.

This is the promise of today: “God will supply all your needs according to His riches and glory – through His Son Christ Jesus.

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