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As I write this, I note with some fascination and slight dread that this period of summer is very nearly halfway done. How quickly these warm days have effortlessly slipped into one another, almost unnoticed! We usher our children out the door, into the backyard and the heat of the day to run and play, ride their bikes and let their imagination grow as quickly as the weeds in our garden. (I, unfortunately, do not have a green thumb, and our garden suffers for my lack of it.)

We, as a family, have recently begun to enjoy leisurely walks around our neighbourhood. I do not even bother to keep up with the teenagers, who are always trying to get in as many steps as they can. Their devices keep track of how many they have made during the day. My own 3,000 or so steps make me somewhat happy – until my long-legged son proudly announces he has over 16,000 steps. My paltry achievement is overshadowed by his over-achievement, but we all enjoy our walks together. What makes summertime so precious is this time to be with the family in a different, more relaxed way. Then again, if we are talking “family”, where in all of this, though, does our Father God fit? Is there any room for God when one is resting and relaxing?

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