June Twenty First; The Longest Day of the Year Verses the Longest Six Hours

I won’t lie, I love long days. This may actually be one of my favorite days of the year. Summer, my favorite season has begun. Bring on the heat.

Those who know me, think me a bit crazy, well okay, more than a bit, but especially over the warmth thing.  When it comes to temperatures, that like attracts like thing has been broken for a while. Most of the people I know, cannot stand the heat, they much prefer cooler weather. Yet here we are, on the first day of Summer, and I have yet to turn the air conditioning on in my home. (My son has been running his window unit for months now and complains about the rest of the house.) I, however am happily content with windows open and ceiling fans creating a breeze.

When the days start getting longer, my moods immediately swing to the happy side. I am no fan of short, dark winter days. Though I have learned to tolerate them, I am not happy. When the days stretch out before me and I can spend more time enjoying the great outdoors, my joy is in abundance. To feel the sun on my face not only warms my face, but my heart as well. It is one of the reasons that I love living where I do. We have all seasons, but thankfully Winter is not all that long, and usually not all that harsh.

Yes, it does mean that I have to schedule certain events to different times of the day. I don’t want to attempt to mow what grass and plant life that grows around my house at noon, or harvest from my garden midday, but sitting under a shade tree reading is wonderful. Especially with a glass of sweet tea within reach. I can also now sit out back and watch the kittens playing, which is an added bonus.

Even as I sit here, happy in this first day of Summer, I contemplate another situation. A day when time must have felt as if it were dragging, slowed to an intolerable crawl. Even though it only hours, it must have felt like days.


When Jesus hung on that cross, the most horrible of deaths at that time. The cross designed to created the greatest of suffering.

Reading this, creates a deeper understanding with me. While I have known it was horrendous, I didn’t fully comprehend what he endured. Now, I know much better and it saddens me more. Yet, it also deepens my gratitude that He endured that torture because of His love. Not just for me, though yes for me, but for every single human who has or will ever walk this planet.

 Those six hours much have felt as if it were the longest day ever in the existence of time for Him, as he hung there, taking the punishment meant for mankind. He didn’t have to, but He did so willingly. He understood there had to be a perfect sacrifice and only He, could be that sacrifice. Only He, creator of all, could be Savior of all.

Because of Him, because of what He did for us, I can sit here and enjoy the blessings. Because of His love, I understand that as a sojourner, the life that awaits at the end of this, will be much greater than I could ever begin to imagine. Then the true longest life begins.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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3 Responses to June Twenty First; The Longest Day of the Year Verses the Longest Six Hours

  1. Sarah Davis says:

    I am also a summer girl.

  2. Yes indeed..longest day of the year.

  3. I also love Summer… even when it is to hot to go outside. My a/c is on more for my cats then for me; I try to set it on Fan as much as possible.

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