Saturday October 18, 2025

Dear God,

This fall afternoon as I drove the country roads to my daughter's home, I heard myself saying aloud, "I love fallow fields.  I love fallow fields."   I love fallow fields.  What made me say that?

It was strange to hear my own words but suddenly I knew what was happening.  The fallow fields, one after the other, I felt myself take a deep breath.  It was as if the fields were calling me to quiet, to listen, to breathe, to slow down and to rest.  The psalmist said that you lead us to green pastures where you restore souls.  I think the 25-minute drive was inviting me to the pasture to restore my soul.

In the spring and summer months the fields are busy breaking through the winter crust, reaching upward to the warm sun and refreshing rain, growing, filling out and dancing in the wind.  When Autumn comes it all changes.  They give up their busyness, crops and full life.  They begin to surrender, to let go, to shift and to rest.  Their barrenness gives us a different message than before.  They challenge us to join them to rest from our labors in this special season.

I smiled on that drive and the return trip home.  I said yes to the invitation.  I want to join this season of surrender, trust and peace.

Thank you,

Compassionate God,

for the call

to release,

let go

and surrender.

Thank you

for the peace

that follows.

Thank you

for fallow fields

and their

Autumn message.

Yours, Andrea