All Things Bright and Beautiful

At the end of my street in Conway stands a tree. Every time I leave my house, regardless of where I'm headed, this tree stares right at me as I turn onto the main street. Around the end of September every year, every member in my family starts to really analyze the top of the tree at every passing. Now that Allen and I are out of the house, I assume we both get phone calls when mom has noticed that a few leaves have changed colors. That's our sign that fall is here. I'm not sure how it all started, but for some reason, we all believe that this tree is pretty significant in telling whether fall has begun. Last weekend while I was in Conway for a baby shower, mom and I were on our way out of the neighborhood, and mom casually mentioned how she is starting to see some color on our tree.

Fall is here. And it's bright and beautiful.

If you know me at all, it makes sense to you that I have already found our tree here in Bentonville. It's actually a group of trees alongside the road that takes me from my house to most every place I travel. As Wes and I were headed out the other night for his birthday dinner, we both noticed the bits of color coming to the leaves. Ahhhh...I love it. I think God really had a lot of fun when He created fall. Every year He keeps me amazed with the beauty He has given this place.

All things bright and beautiful. All creatures great and small. All things wise and wonderful. The Lord God made them all.