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And at the end of summer, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need to make the loveliest season.” So God made Fall.

God said, “I need the early morning hours to be crisp and chill, the days to be cool and breezy, and the twilight to come a littler earlier each evening.” So God made Fall.

“I need the trees to paint themselves a new portrait; I need to display my glory in vibrant oranges and yellows, browns and reds. I need their leaves to fall to the ground and dance in the wind. I need them to crunch below the feet of children playing in the streets, yet be soft enough to catch the children’s fall when they jump into their piles.” So God made Fall.

God said, “I need the geese to fly south for the winter, the skies to turn grey, and bring the season’s first frost. I need women to open their windows and breathe in the the autumn air and sip on cider that warms their soul.” So God made Fall.

“I need a farmer willing to ride in his tractor for 18 hours a day, harvesting his crop and feeding the country. Just to come home, kiss his wife on the cheek as he climbs into bed, only to get up at 5 a.m. the next day ready to do it all over again.” So God made Fall.

God had to have a season where children hurried back to school, where football games were played under Friday night lights, where women sat with their Pumpkin Spice Lattes, where families had bonfires, and everyone wore hoodies and sweat pants. So God made Fall.

“I need everything to die so I can bring new life to it again. I need to be able to show the world there can be beauty in fading and elegance in death. I need the grass to wither and flowers fade so the world will know that I endure forever. And I need it to be the most beautiful season of all.”

So God made Fall.

Lauren Eberspacher

I'm Lauren and I'm a work-in-progress farmer's wife, coffee addict, follower of Jesus and a recovering perfectionist. When I don't have my three kids attached at my hip, you can find me bringing meals into the fields, dancing in my kitchen, making our house a home, and chatting over a piece of pie with my girl friends. I'm doing my best to live my life intentionally seeking all that God has for me and my family. Follow me at: www.fromblacktoptodirtroad.com From Blacktop to Dirt Road on Facebook laurenspach on Instagram

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