I mentioned in my last post about wanting to spend my summer the way God wants me to. My summer officially started on June 13, so here I am, two and a half weeks into it. For the past two weeks I've been spending a lot of time filling out summer job applications, both paper and online. I keep checking the PA Educator website for openings in public schools. I check the websites of school districts that aren't listed on PA Educator. I check Christian school websites.
I've done some running around with Leah so she can apply for a summer job. I had an interview with FLCA. I worked on the lesson plan (and the second lesson plan!) for the second interview with FLCA.
I've made breakfast for the Men's Prayer Breakfast at our house most Saturday mornings, I've gone to two graduation parties, and had my usual weekly commitments of summer piano lessons and praise team practice.
I've watched some great movies and episodes of House with Don and Leah.
But it hasn't felt like summer yet. The pool isn't open yet. I haven't spent any time out on the deck. I haven't done anything I can't do during the school year.
So that's why I decided last night that summer is officially starting today. I planted some new flowers in the new pots I put down by our steps last night. Today I might clean up the deck, or pull some weeds, or work on a craft project, or all three. Or read.
Because that's what summer is all about. And God may yet send a summer job my way, but until He does (or doesn't!) , I'm going to have a glass of iced tea and enjoy the gift of summer.
