I went camping for the first time last weekend. There was a single layer of fabric keeping me from sleeping beneath the stars, and I woke to the view of early sunlight peeking through the trees. We toasted s’mores and sipped slowly by the fire, telling stories of the people we thought we loved when we were four years old.
We took a cooler of sandwiches and iced tea and packed ourselves into the car to head toward the beach — driving with the windows rolled down and the music blasting, dancing to the sound of summer and the feeling of electricity in our bones.
I think God gave me a fresh start this summer — a fresh start that I didn’t even realize I needed. But this summer has been like the stroke of midnight on New Year’s Eve, a blank canvas I keep splashing color on.
This has been the summer of firsts for me.
There have been small things, like going camping or standing in the Pacific Ocean, but there have been larger things too: buying my first car, finding a wonderful friend, and deciding, after waiting for four years, to attend college in the fall.
God keeps whispering to me: Aliza, it’s not too late.
It was pitch black and late when we decided to lay beneath the stars last weekend, so we took a couple of flashlights and walked through the woods, climbed down some rocks and lay beside the water. One of the things I love most about the sky is that neither a camera nor words can capture its glory.
The sky is a secret love letter between you and God, and even when you try, you can’t fully explain it to anyone.
I laid my head against the ground and watched three stars shoot across the sky, wonder making it’s way through my body.
Aliza, it’s not too late for you, God whispered to me in the midst of my feelings of utter smallness and wonder and gratitude.
Thank you, I whispered back to him. Thank you for fresh starts and first times and people that keep showing me exactly who You are.
It’s not too late for me, no matter what I might think. It never is.
The summer will be over soon, and when I look back on it, I’ll say it was lovely. But even when autumn comes, I’ll still have opportunities and moments to try something new and it won’t be too late for me.
For you, too. No matter what your summer has held, it’s never too late for you. Apply to college, go camping, stand in the Pacific Ocean even when it’s freezing. Drive a half-hour out of the way for ice cream and turn the music up another notch or two. Do something you’ve never done before, do something you’ve always wanted to do.
Even if you think it might be too late, can you hear God’s whisper?
It’s not too late for you.