The cicadas still turn up the volume on their collective vibration song. The sun still shimmers on the morning dew. There is still enough of a breeze to rustle the treetops even as August lies in wait. Watermelons and cherries are still at their best, and a new day is still a stage of promise. 

Gratitude persists. 

Beauty is uninterrupted.

Peace is meant to reside here. Joy is meant to endure.

Am I unshaken?

I’ve not seen darker days; what an invitation for the light! Know this, sweet one, everything can change while nothing at all does. We will not allow uncertainty to drain our expectation. Indefatigable belief is the order of the day.

War for your own heart and brandish a sword of grace against the darkness.