Fall

Good morning!

It’s football season! Football makes me think of fall. So does pumpkin flavored anything. And cool crisp evenings that come around much earlier this time of year.  And turning leaves.

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This is a glimpse of some of the turning leaves of fall from the back of a Harley on the Talimena National Scenic Byway a few years ago. This breathtaking drive winds 54 miles along the crest of Rich Mountain and Winding Stair Mountain in the Ouachita National Forest. I’d highly recommend the drive if you enjoy fall foliage. It’s Oklahoma’s finest.

Fall. Better known as one of our four seasons, AKA Autumn. Right there between summer and winter. Not too hot, not too cold. Kind of like Goldilock’s taste of baby bear’s porridge, just right!

Why do we call it fall?
Because the leaves fall.
From the trees.

What else falls?

You and I. We fall in love.
Stars fall.
Raindrops and snowflakes and tear drops fall.
And if you don’t stand for something, you’ll fall
for anything.

I’d encourage you to take a scenic drive with someone you just might FALL in love with and enjoy the FALL foliage.  And while you’re at it, take a stand for something you believe in, Jesus is a great start, because we all know the alternative will leave you falling alright. Right into a great big pile of…
(You thought I was going to say fallen leaves,  didn’t you? 🙂 )
A great big pile of mischief!

Just remember if you ever fall, Jesus is always there to pick you right back up!

For a just man falls seven times, and rises up again: but the wicked shall fall into mischief.
Proverbs 24:16

Love and laughter,

Sandy

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