… so, somedays you need ice cream. And some crazy laughter and long sunlight and you need to really just get outside and feel life and breathe… And there days when change is painfully hard. This heart friend and renowned photographer gets it — Heather Avis, with the next glorious installment of our Unwrapping Life (have you checked these out? Your soul & summer will exhale its thanks to you) so…
Y eah… I am a bit of a health nut.
I’m the girl who slathers her kids in essential oils,
Blends up smoothies with heaping tablespoons of bee pollen and hemp seeds,
Makes mashed potatoes with cauliflower instead of the name sake potato,
The list goes on.
Then summer arrives with its top down, music blaring — and something in me gives.
Summer time is ice cream time.
This sugary, milky, treat which is not often found in our freezer, makes its way to our table during the weeks of summer.
On most summer evenings you will find my kids a sticky, sugary mess of delight.
I love the summer season.
And more than for it’s ice-cream, blasting sun and long days. There is something so easy and delightful about summer.
But I’ve learned in my life that even for us Southern California girls, the summer season must come to an end.
No matter how desperately I want to bask in the summer sun all year long, the last scoop of ice-cream will fill the last cone and a new season, one of kale and asparagus, will find its way to my table whether I like it or not.
What I am learning, no, what I am living, more and more with every summer, autumn, winter and spring is Jesus is Lord over every season. All the time. No matter what.
As I sit in the joy and ease of the last of summer I have learned I appreciate it more because of the other, more difficult seasons I have had to endure.
Seasons so cold, warmth can only be found when I cling to The Father.
As I watch my kids enjoy their ice cream in this summer season I thank God for the seasons that were. I thank God for enveloping me in the warmth of His faithfulness when I found myself having to navigate the valley of the shadow of death.
As I wash sticky fingers and kiss sugary faces I thank God for the seasons ahead.
I thank God that as I lift up my foot to step into the next season, He is graciously placing it down exactly where it should fall.
Exactly where it should fall.
As we lick the drips on the last of our ice cream cones here, I thank God for the kale to come —
knowing I can only experience the true goodness of one season —
because of the other.
Heather Avis is wife to her handsome and hardworking man Josh, and mother to the adorable Macyn, Truly and August. After working as an Education Specialist she found herself as a full-time stay at home mom when she and her husband adopted their first daughter, Macyn, in 2008. Shortly thereafter, in 2011, they adopted their second daughter, Truly. And in 2013, their son August was born and came home to be theirs.
Heather currently resides in Southern California where between oatmeal making, diaper changing and dance parties she is writing her first book and checking in with her wildly popular hit Instagram account @macymakesmyday, to share the awesomeness of all things Down syndrome and adoption. She cares fiercely for the underdog and believes the beauty of Jesus is found in the most seemingly uncomfortable places. She’s a hugger and would love nothing more than to sit across a table from you sipping an Americano and delving into all things awesome. You will also find Heather on Twitter here. Honest? She’s one of my favourite IG streams — me and tens of thousands of others just loving how this family sees life: @macymakesmyday