Hi!
Summer
And Welcome to Eberle Hill
If it seemed that March was akward, heavy, and TIRED, we had forgotten summer in Texas during a drought.
Even before the first day of summer, we were hanging on and moving slowly trough the hottest, driest, most awful dry spell since the 1950's.
While folks in the midwest suffer through horrendous floods and ravaging, killer tornados, in Texas even hummingbirds depend on humans for food. The weatherman said, "There is no hope."
Some of us know otherwise. Regardless of the charts, computer composits, cloud chartsm Nino and Nenas and whatever else humans use, God IS in charge. He IS our hope. It rains and does not rain, it floods and blows away moisture on the just and on the unjust.
But, I'm wondering. My own human heart becomes lonely and cries out in anguish when one or another of my children gets so busy they forget to call or e-mail or post on Face Book. I think things like, "well, just wait until they want something from me!!"
Then the phone rings and the one or another of my offspring visits and talks, updates, asks questions, says 'I love you, Mom,' and talks and talks and my heart overflows. He, she or they could ask for my last shirt.
I'm spending a lot of time with my Holy Father these days... and not just because if we don't get rain soon, we will scorch to death or literally burn up or lose everything... but because my heart sings when I visit and talk with Him, I trust.
Even though the wind blows hot, and the land is brown, and the cattle are being sold off, the view is hopeful from our home in the Texas hill country. The soil nurtures my soul and I flavor my soups, stories, blog posts, prayers, and visits with my children with the few drought-tolerant herbs from my garden and spices from our lives.
Mostly, we'll praise the Lord Jesus Christ. Even on the dead days of a long, hot summer when the land is brittle-dry.
I hope you'll enjoy meeting the folks who wander around our hill. Some are real ordinary people and others are are illusions of my heart who come alive when I pen their stories.
Please visit the other pages that list my published writing. There might be a hint here and there about words-in-progress.
And--through flood or drought or fire or hail, let us keep praising God---AND asking Him for His mercy.
