Saturday, August 17, 2024

Dear God,

Temperatures are dropping and I can tell Autumn is in the air.  The crunch of brown leaves with just a teeny bit of color on the trees say it really won't be long before Fall will be here.

My grandmother loved September and Autumn leaves.  She knew her hard work in the summer was nearly over.  Living on the farm all her life, she was always busy clearing, planting and harvesting.  Her neatly organized cellar with colorful jars of beets, vegetable soup, corn, tomatoes and pears from home canning was evidence of her untiring work to feed her family.  I loved to go down to the cellar and admire all she had done.  I always went home with a jar of jelly or jam.

As I will soon pull out the home canner equipment myself, pick some fruit and clean, slice and can my favorite Canadian Harmony peaches, I will once again imagine my faith-filled grandma who taught me so much that I know about you.  I will smile and give thanks.

Blessed are you,

Most Gracious God,

for every

good gift

you give.

Although Grandma

has been gone 

for nearly

forty years,

I am again

thinking of her,

how she blessed,

inspired and loved.

May this

nearly-Autumn day

be another day

where when

remembering her,

I remember you.

Love, Andrea