Dear Father God, my husband and I
walked around the ponds
of our retirement community today.
We bundled up.
The weather was in the 30’s, crisp and clear.
We saw two great blue herons,
but otherwise everything was still.
The creatures are settling down for winter.
Snow was predicted,
but none showed up.
Thank you for changing seasons, Father.
It keeps things interesting.

Acts 14:17:
“Yet he has not left himself without a witness in doing good—giving you rains from heaven and fruitful seasons, and filling you with food and your hearts with joy.”

Hymn: This Is My Father’s World.


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