We are nine days into summer vacation here in Tennessee and I have to tell you, I’ve had an epiphany: I’m exactly like Frozen’s Olaf and I bet you are too. I think we’re all a bunch of Olafs.
Olaf dreams of summer. The idea of it just tickles his sweet little heart. The problem, of course, is that Olaf is a snowman. Yet naive Olaf winsomely breaks into song at the mere mention of summer.
A drink in my hand, my snow up against the burning sand, probably getting gorgeously tanned in SUMMER!
But just like Olaf I have huge misconceptions about summer. Every dang year I buy into the lie that it’s going to be blissfully relaxing, that my children will laugh themselves silly all the live-long day, that we’ll have time for daytrips galore, that we’ll eat the freshest, healthiest foods, that Will and I will toast fruity drinks while we grill on the back patio. And how I’ll write, write, write.
I also disturbingly forget, and I can’t explain how, that just like Olaf I melt in the heat. At a baseball game last weekend, I contemplated walking to the car with my folding chair pulled firmly to my behind. How I hated revealing to the crowd just how much I was sweating by actually getting up from my chair!
So nine days in and I’ve realized summer is a hot, busy mess. Don’t get me wrong, I still love it. I love it so much, but I shouldn’t let myself be lulled into thinking it’s something that it’s not. These are the first words I’ve written, despite grandiose plans and ideas. I’m pretty sure I’ve heard more bickering than laughter from my boys. I’ve spent way more time shuttling to sporting events than chilling poolside. We haven’t grilled out once.
And horror of horrors my boys go back to school in mid-August! I want to these days — even if I’m sweaty and they’re arguing and I’m getting very little done –to also be full of memories, to be days where they know they have my full attention.
One of the most important verses in the Bible, especially in the modern era of distraction, has got to be this one: “Teach me to number my days aright that I may gain a heart of wisdom.” Psalm 90:12.
Lord, please, please help me to number my days aright, this summer and always.
And Happy Summer to you too, fellow Olafs!!