Today I turned off the air conditioner and opened windows in every room. For some reason, the summer breeze reminded me of the apartment where I grew up. My grandmother, our matriarch, would open our first floor windows and tie back the curtains so that they would not blow outside (yep, no screens). The gentle summer winds that blew through our home were so sweet that the thought now brings tears to my eyes.
I’m not particularly nostalgic, not one to yearn much for the good ole days, but something about the breeze on my face took me alllll the way back to simpler times. I was a child who was dearly loved and well cared for even though my family was by no means wealthy or prominent. As the warm winds grace my every move today, I feel like my six year old self who sat in a chair in the open window and poured all my love out on Summer (and dared not stick my head or hands outside!).
Life has presented me with some strong challenges in recent years; some that are still being resolved as I write these words. But I have seen the hand of God in ways that I might never have had those “opportunities” not presented themselves at the most inopportune times. And I realize afresh today that, through them alllll I have been so very loved and so very well cared for. Just like that happy little girl who lived on South Harper Avenue a long time ago.
Just had to say so,