For the last several years, autumn has proved to be a very challenging time of year for me and my family. Despite all the blood -n- bumps, mud -n- guts, and impending winters, the good remains unscathed.
When the good is God,
our hope always shines bright.
Because how can it be anything different?
Look forward with hopeful expectation of the good that is yet to come.
[Many thanks for the prayers and concern regarding my recent concussion. Who knew praying could be so dangerous, aye? Or that the skull of your kiddo could be so dang-blasted hard. This morning my son said, “Good morning, momma raccoon. Wow, your eyes look weird.” And yes, ma, I’m trying to rest in between processing a case each of pears, plums, and sweet onions, hence the shortest post ever written by me. Blessings to, on, for, around, up & down, inside, outside, upside down, underneath, and smack on top of you all.]