Autumn is my favorite season with rich, vibrant colors and the transition to cooler weather after the long, hot days of summer. I like bundling up in sweatshirts and jackets, and going for walks to look at the changing leaves.
Long, frequent walks let me notice the change in some of my favorite trees, sometimes even from day to day. I notice everything around me seeming to begin its long descent into preparation for winter. At the park, that they aren’t mowing as often. More branches are visible on shrubs and bushes, and there is less greenery to be seen. Flowering plants quickly fade away as the days get shorter and the nights get cooler.
That reminds me of the verse in Isaiah 40:8 -
The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but the word of our God endures forever.
This is what happens every autumn - “the grass withers and the flowers fall” - and God already had it ordained. Yes, we certainly know that God has ordained the days, weeks, months, seasons, but how often do we truly consider that?
As I walk through the park, as I see the bright red tree on our drive to therapy, as I note the final time that my husband mows for the season, all of these are parts of what God has ordained for this season, autumn. What joy that brings!
God made the world to go through these changes, to have times of new growth, steady growth, and then a natural time of pruning and washing away of “the old” in preparation for the winter dormancy before new growth is revealed again in the spring.
“The grass withers and the flowers fall….“
And then there’s the next part of the verse - so rich in truth and promise.
“…but the word of our God endures forever.“
Oh, friends, in the time of the year when all is changing around us, when everything in nature is preparing for the coming winter, the word of God endures.
Do you know those rich, vibrant colors that we see on trees in autumn? I love to consider those as God’s rich gift to us, reminding us that He is a part of everything around us. He shines through, no matter where we are.
Isn’t that a wonderful blessing? Take time, as you enter this autumn season, to remember that God is at work in all we see - the birds flying south, the trees showing their true beauty, the chilly air announcing the coming frost.
This is such a perfect time to get back on track with God, to spend time in His Word, to renew and restore our relationship with Him, as He is the only One capable of carrying us through the seasons of our lives!
Welcome to autumn; step outside, soak in some of the warmth of the sun in the coolness of the morning. Notice the bright, warm colors as the leaves change colors. And remember that, “The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God endures forever.” Amen!
I’m joining other wonderful bloggers in Autumn Inspiration Week. I’d encourage you to click the link and head over to read some other wonderful posts!



Moms, take your eyes off of others, and fix them only on God. Stop comparing your family to anyone else’s family; God is calling us all to different things, so it does not make sense to compare. Only measure your family against what God is calling you to, and ask God for more of Himself in your family, and in your mothering.










After spending time in Central Park, we got in the van and drove the whole perimeter of the park, before heading across the Queensboro Bridge, and eventually onto Roosevelt Island. There is a small park at the northern end of the (very small) island, and in that small park there is a small lighthouse. Since my husband loves lighthouses, we spent time trying to figure out where we could (legally!) park on the island, and then we walked up to the park to take a few pictures. Considering that the doorway is standard doorway height (whatever that is, a little over 6 feet, maybe?) you can tell that the lighthouse is not very tall. And it was closed off so we were not able to get much closer, but we were still glad for the walk and the gorgeous view from the island back into Manhattan.

Life stories - we all have a variety of them. Some are good, and we love to share those stories. There are other stories, though, that we probably wish we never had to contend with. I think that maybe we forget that our stories are not just for us, they are not solely ours. We are not the author of our stories, of our lives.




