Monday, June 22, 2009


"Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness!"

I can't remember the last time I saw a firefly. I feel like they somehow disappeared from the South in recent years or I had just been too busy to notice them. I remember being fascinated by them as a child, mesmerized by the off-beat flashes that crowded the sky at dusk.

Tonight, after a long day of work I was drawn out of my somewhat stuffy house by a cool June breeze and the sounds of the birds and kids playing on the street. I walked down the hill to a little bench where I sit that is just a few feet from the woods. It looks out to a large grassy area that doesn't belong to anyone in particular but borders several houses and gardens. I go there in the evenings alone or with Corey to sit and enjoy the fresh air and smell the flowers and trees and earth. That sounds crazy but if you grow up with the smell of dirt and then you move to a place where that smell is not so easy to come by...believe me, you miss the smell of dirt. It is always refreshing but tonight was different. Tonight there were fireflies, everywhere. I imagined that it was the most spectacular fireworks show little ants had ever seen. I watched them, I watched them for a while and just soaked in the smells, the sounds and the little flickers of light--summer at its best.

When I woke up this morning, I didn't know I would end up being blessed by a firefly. I'm a believer. His mercies are new every morning, great is his faithfulness to me.


  1. What a beautiful writer you are....I never knew. I loved it, my sweet niece.

  2. I think you are right - there aren't so many fireflies around here anymore. I love your thoughts. And I really like the picture you are using at the top of the blog. I remember when you took the picture and I remember the dinner when the power went out and we just put out candles and kept visiting. I think I even see Daddy's silouette in the top corner. Good times!

  3. I think the young at heart can see fire flies. Sometimes I can and sometimes I can't. Your dad pointed out that we don't take time to look when we get older.

    I hope I start seeing more!!