Frost and sunshine dance in autumn
When October winds blow wild,
Sunrays beckon, balm, enchant us.
Chilly winds chase summer’s smile.
Golden fields await the farmer,
Harvest days sway cool and peart.
Bring the combine—gather soybeans,
Winter watches summer flirt.
God is very fond of you.
I’m an 11th hour child, lucky. So lucky.
God grows people. Offering grace means embracing patience.
Extending grace costs the giver.
Grace rolls around us like the Mississippi River. We stand in the middle with our cups.
Life is so unfair in my favor.
Grace builds bridges.