August 23, 2026 August has brought unrelenting heat with no rain or relief. I think of the jazz number, “107 Degrees in the Shade” by Alex Bugnon. That is where we are, and counting the days until September. Meanwhile, I am trying to keep my desperate plants alive and reminding myself that this, too, shall pass. It is a season. Not my favorite. The Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your needs in parched places and make your bones strong, and you shall be like a wat

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July 14, 2022 Some seasons are brutal. This summer qualifies. Due to a long stretch of triple-digit days, I’m doing double shifts with the watering can to keep my plants alive. The grass in our community is turning brown and the earth cracking. Parched. If my plants could talk, I imagine they would say something like this: “I don’t normally need this much water! What’s wrong with me? I don’t feel as strong and vibrant as I used to. I need extra care to get through this!” Don’