Awoke to the familiar rumble of garbage cans rolling down driveways and realized it was trash day. So, in t-shirt and gym shorts, I dashed out to participate in this weekly ritual of neighborly citizenship. My bare numb feet let me know that blessed Fall had arrived overnight, late but welcome as always. A change of season, any season, always gives me that happy assurance that Im not in charge but that God is at work and operating on His perfect schedule. The Devine Poetry of Ecclesiastes comes to life and even the mechanical sound of the garbage truck going about its rounds lends its song to a beautiful day. Heres to Fall!
Posted on: Thu, 16 Oct 2014 12:49:30 +0000
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