Sing! Dance! Laugh and prance for Fall has kissed the trees with color! It matters not that they won’t last in fact that is the charm. To show and go then disappear creates an inner balm that fills the soul with promise sweet that one day more will come and then again will rise the show that brings on so much fun!
Its been a while since we’ve spent the night on the mountain. Its fall, 40 degrees, the forest is shrouded in fog and all I hear is a steady whisper of rain on the roof. It is a season in our life for hammers and nails and buckets of paint. The work ahead looks endless but I am encouraged when I remember God makes all things beautiful in His time.