A Summer Feast

Last night we ate well at our house, taking advantage of much of what is great about summer: chicken hot off our grill, green beans and kale fresh-picked from our backyard garden, strawberries, and wild rice.

Our after dinner entertainment was provided by the Dykstra Girls Sidewalk Chalk Gallery, and I later topped off the feast with some Buster Bar ice cream dessert.

I attempted to verbalize the goodness, praising in What About Bob-like guttural moans all that summer had provided our table; but I failed to come up with adequate words. This morning I found them, tucked away in a centuries old Psalm:

He causes the grass to grow for the cattle,

And vegetation for the service of man,

That he may bring forth food from the earth,

And wine that makes glad the heart of man,

Oil to make his face shine,

And bread which strengthens man's heart. . .

O LORD, how manifold are Your works! (Psalm 104: 14-15, 24)

Summer feasting is the best kind. But it's goodness has a source. For every juicy burger, glass of wine around a fire, hot peach cobbler, ice cream treat, or garden-picking, let the Source of all that is good be magnified.

How manifold indeed.