The pace of these months prompts me to pray these lovely petitions.
By now, you’ve likely heard of “nun summer” (if not, you’ll be blessed to read this lovely article).
People who know me well know that I am Austenian at heart, so, for me, it’s always a “Jane Austen summer.”
What does this mean, practically?
I reread the beloved novels and seek out related adaptations. (Recommended: The Other Bennet Sister, both the limited series and the book, though I am not quite finished with the novel.)
I think of Miss Austen when I enjoy a good scone and when I give flowers pride of place at home. The loveliness of blooms at this time of year is peak Austen (with a side of whimsy-maxxing, perhaps).
And I seek out moments of rest and good company, trying to live well this line from Sense and Sensibility: “I know the summer will pass happily away.”
I also pray Austen’s own prayers — including in work meetings, as my colleagues can attest. But I digress.
Summer’s pace, which beckons rest, prompts me to pray these lovely petitions:
But as dear Jane died on this date in 1817, and considering eternity, I
