Lord, my last two summers have been seasons of struggle. I have failed to love you, clinging to you only out of fear of life in your absence. But with every passing year, you have given me more reasons to trust you. Your sweetness overwhelmes me, even as you do your deep, painful work of renewal. I hear your steady voice saying, "I'm in it for the long haul." My throat hurts to think of how little I deserve that covenant. Summer has arrived again with sun and mangos and cool river plunges, and I realize my love for you is growing again. We are building a history together, and it's this hard-won time-worn love that binds me closer to you than any honeymoon thrill. Take my wandering heart, Lord. Make it yours forever.