Love Covers

Falling Together

We don't all go through seasons of change in concert.  In two weeks I'll be entering summer on the day most of you will be entering the first day of winter.  I often feel like I'm in a different season than most people. But there are those brief moments when we seem to be in the same place at the same time.  In those moments we can feel like one.  Maybe even really be one.  Not forging ahead alone or trying to catch up from behind. We can see the same things, hear the same songs, write the same lines, maybe even breath the same air in our lungs.

It's an Oasis.  A rest in the desert.

But winter will close you in soon and lock you up under it's cold blanket, in it's white safety.

And me?

Well, I'm going to be stringing a hammock under those palm trees, drinking out of coconuts, and using only enough sunscreen to keep skin cancer at bay.  Oh--and flirting with seagulls.

This is the thought we can share until then.  Love covers over a multitude of sins. 

Sometimes with snow.  Sometimes with waves. 

Rest in that.