“May the wind that blows the hardest bring you home.”
~ Jon Foreman, “The Gift”
Sickle moon
Corduroy pants and feet in the sun
Day at the pumpkin farm with the kids and the farmer who drove us out to the field, used his clippers on the pumpkins, and said, “I could stay out here all day.”
Writing at my desk after dark, one candlestick burning, listening to “Jo Writes”
A quiet trail
Passing a little blue house with a fall wreath and white fence and old Ford parked out front
Letters from the Mountain by Ben Palpant— a benedection of a book
Studying the book of Joshua, and how the God who wins wars is also the God who gives rest and a homeland to his people
Reading an Alaskan novel on the darker nights
Long afternoon runs
Night singing, dancing, and tussling in the grass with the kids; telling them the story of the Man in the Moon
Lunch with Esther, a friend from when I was little
Backyard movie, “Mary Poppins Returns,” bundled blankets, pumpkin muffins, and the projector screen that kept blowing over
Walking right into the wind
Less coffee, more chai tea
A ragtime concert at the college theater with Papa Larry
Leaf hunting
Sunday afternoon hike with Ashley, and mountain biking with the boys
A stray goat in the road
The kind of weariness you get from cold air and exercise
A hundred Canadian geese arcing their way southward under a blustery sky
“Dear Autumn” by Arbour Season
Taum Sauk Mountain and the Ozark Trail, which is the prettiest place in Missouri I know
Setting up camp and hiking till the golden light fell through the pines
Hickory nuts, canned soup, and tea
Leaning my head on a log and looking at the stars long after dark; reading aloud by headlamp till Trent fell asleep
Drive home with snacks and good, soft music
Mom cleaning the oven and cooking a turkey, and rain and wind that blew all day
Mrs. Chris delivering a “get well” note and box of Danish
Moving day at the house on Sunset Hill
Returning to the Puritans’ prayers on these cold, yellow mornings, and remembering my little place in the hand of a holy God
Kyrie eleison
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Love the little ding…that says…Bethany has blogged…tis a gift to see, hear, touch,and taste the beauty of the Lord…❤
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And blowing home from a windswept walk to a mug of tea and your blog, waiting like a friend who’s dropped by on a Sunday afternoon 😊
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