
Reds, Golds and Greens. The Crisp air heralds winter's early coming. Funny Giggle Pumpkin Patches. Storybook Sunflower Fields .....Falling leaves calling, "Today the Harvest." Stop and smell Autumn Along the way....What a wonderful Maker.
Creation Yields to the Master's master plan....Season's Change. Do the tree's cry in fear that winter is soon to come? Does the grass whine that the Sun is too hot? Do the Spring flowers refuse to bloom? All go on unencumbered their yielded being at rest. Why don't we?
Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Luke 12:27
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