Phoenix Rising…Again…

It’s been a long, challenging summer–at least for me. In June a truck t-boned me on the way to work–just past the abandoned shell of a barn from my last post. He came up over the hill and into my car before I was through the intersection. I never saw him coming until he was two feet from my passenger door. He never stopped, slowed down, or even swerved, although there was an empty parking lot on his right side–no evidence (e.g., tire skid marks)  that he ever even hit the brakes.

So again, another ambulance trip to Hershey’s Trauma Center, and another night in their ICU… <sigh> I am so tired of this ‘trauma by auto.’ I am recovering though–except for some residual neck and chest wall issues.

Lots of other folks in the region also have had their challenges–tornadoes, floods, and resulting devastation that left hundreds of families without homes, incomes, or property. It’s been a tough summer.

The summer also brought us golden afternoons, vacations at the beaches,  and fields of summer wheat, corn, soy beans, tomatoes, and other fruits and veggies. In the middle of the natural chaos, we’ve been blessed and provided with a bountiful harvest by a God who never forgets His children, no matter what havoc sometimes obscures our view of Him.

However, now Summer itself is slowly surrendering its last fruits: crops, harvests, storms, floods, sushine, and warmth, as Fall enters, then quickly yields to winter. Pennsylvanians have hard winters–long cold, icy, snowy months that claw at your senses, and challenge your capacity to navigate the roads.

But Winter also brings a renewed sense of community, family, and relationship, as the wanderlust of Summer turns inward toward hearth, home, and we Pennsylvanians, along with the rest of the Northern hemisphere, relearn the joys of living together, in confined spaces…

Life is like that, isn’t it–a mixture of challenges, chaos, and blessings.

You care for the land and water it;
   you enrich it abundantly.
The streams of God are filled with water
   to provide the people with grain,
   for so you have ordained it.[d]
10 You drench its furrows and level its ridges;
   you soften it with showers and bless its crops.
11 You crown the year with your bounty,
   and your carts overflow with abundance.
12 The grasslands of the wilderness overflow;
   the hills are clothed with gladness.
13 The meadows are covered with flocks
   and the valleys are mantled with grain;
   they shout for joy and sing.
   (Psalm 65:9-13)


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