Seasons
Fall tickles my anticipation. I love all the seasons, but since I'm a Son of the South, let's face it, summer is six months too long. (Seriously, if we had two Augusts, I'd be rethinking words like home.) So, in a sense - fall means we survived the hibernation of factory air and fortified sports drinks. Then comes the fresh feel of a rejuvenated spirit. So, yeah, fall is my favorite. This year's harvest is full. In a word, brilliant. And this time, I'm not talking about leaf colors.
Our oldest daughter is in a win-win state of life and mind. Still in a city, but now just a walk, short hop, or four-hour drive from Most Things Family. Man, was I ready for that! She party-planned us on one of these Favorite Fall weekends for an evening of dinner, Fox Theater play (complete with a backstage tour) and dessert. More than 20 of us. She's really good at stuff like that, and can put on a show like no maple tree dreamed.
The next daughter has approved a request for a name change. Not that she didn't wear hers well, but The Guy has asked her to put his on in June. Talk about a Harvest of prayer! And while I can't believe it's time - there's no doubt in my mind of their genuine maturity and readiness.
Our son let me share his high school football (again) as a volunteer coach. These kids invest 150 hours in weight room and personal training commitment . . . in the Off Season! Not to mention the 300-hour regular season demand. This year's crop was as fruitful as any in our small, 7-year program. We won 4 games, including 2 regionals. Plus, we were in contention till the last second in two more. And moreover, were granted individual growth and personal victories. For me, his contribution was the bright spot. He kicked nearly 30 extra points, several field goals and even added a couple of TD catches - including one for 74 yards, with his big sister in the stands. Wow. Cornucopia, Maximus!
There's a fine line between admiration and adoration. It's a Spiritual line. And it blends the subtle spectrum of our image-bearing design . . . transitioning beauty to blessed. It serves as our reminder that we can plow, plant, water and fertilize. But the magic of germination is still reserved by the Lord of the Harvest.
Our oldest daughter is in a win-win state of life and mind. Still in a city, but now just a walk, short hop, or four-hour drive from Most Things Family. Man, was I ready for that! She party-planned us on one of these Favorite Fall weekends for an evening of dinner, Fox Theater play (complete with a backstage tour) and dessert. More than 20 of us. She's really good at stuff like that, and can put on a show like no maple tree dreamed.
The next daughter has approved a request for a name change. Not that she didn't wear hers well, but The Guy has asked her to put his on in June. Talk about a Harvest of prayer! And while I can't believe it's time - there's no doubt in my mind of their genuine maturity and readiness.
Our son let me share his high school football (again) as a volunteer coach. These kids invest 150 hours in weight room and personal training commitment . . . in the Off Season! Not to mention the 300-hour regular season demand. This year's crop was as fruitful as any in our small, 7-year program. We won 4 games, including 2 regionals. Plus, we were in contention till the last second in two more. And moreover, were granted individual growth and personal victories. For me, his contribution was the bright spot. He kicked nearly 30 extra points, several field goals and even added a couple of TD catches - including one for 74 yards, with his big sister in the stands. Wow. Cornucopia, Maximus!
There's a fine line between admiration and adoration. It's a Spiritual line. And it blends the subtle spectrum of our image-bearing design . . . transitioning beauty to blessed. It serves as our reminder that we can plow, plant, water and fertilize. But the magic of germination is still reserved by the Lord of the Harvest.
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