Jesus, Thanks You for fall’s cool, crisp air, fresh as if You just created it. The orange harvest moon, an enormous pumpkin, perches on the horizon. And I love way You’re beginning to decorate the Indiana countryside as if You’re going wild with your paintbrush. OMG, You are making the transition to winter glorious. Maybe I should celebrate my autumn years with crazy joy too?
Jesus, so glad You traveled with me to Louisiana, where I was blown away by an excellent writing conference in New Orleans; bayous, sugar cane fields and shrimp po’ boys in Cajun country; and fun times with piney woods cousins. And thank You that, despite my superpower for getting lost, I kept one step ahead of the hurricane … mostly.
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Father, You know I am so much better at gathering stuff to pack than actually packing it. Much, much better. By the time I hit the airport, forget paying for an extra suitcase. OMG, will I need an extra plane?
