A letter to Fall.

Hello, Fall.  You are finally here. This year, you first greeted us with a cool breeze on an overcast Sunday morning.  As we ascended the steps leading up to Kyle’s carriage house apartment, I felt goose bumps on my skin.  There were wet leaves scattered on the patio deck.  And we didn’t even have to close the front door as we sat in the livingroom to talk and sing some songs. 

The last time I saw you, I didn’t have a little girl in my arms. She was dreamt of and thought about, but she was not yet growing in my body.  What a difference a year can make.

This morning, the aroma of peace and expectation in the room was as strong as that of the spicy candles burning and cinnamon apples sautéeing in butter on the stove.  We read over God’s promises and prayed over each other:

"The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you." ~ Deuteronomy 31:8

The clouds have dissipated now, and the sky is so blue it's almost blinding.  With your beautiful weather and colors and possibilities, we welcome you to come and change us.  We are ready for the newness that this season brings.