You know that autumn is in full gear when the local fall festivals start popping up: apple festivals, harvest festivals, persimmon festivals, pumpkin festivals and my own hometown favorite, the Sorghum Festival.
What is sorghum, you ask? Honestly, I can’t tell you. I’d always heard it was like molasses but I never actually tried it myself. Oh, I went to the festival, ate popcorn, hung out with my friends, checked out the booths and took advantage of all the festival festivities except for one. The sorghum. The one thing the festival was actually about.
For many years I treated God the same way. After all, there’s so much to celebrate and enjoy in this world He’s created for us. That’s why I love the holidays and the change of seasons. They’re great excuses to make memories with our family and friends.
However, celebrating life without the celebrating the God who gave it to us kind of misses the point. It’s like going to Sorghum Festival every year but never trying the sorghum.
That’s why I wrote my new book Tales from the Leaf Pile. It’s collection of autumn-themed devotions featuring stories about the comforts of fall and how they can point us back to the God who gave us the season to enjoy.
If you’re looking for some autumn inspiration, check out a sample of Tales from the Leaf Pile now available in paperback and ebook on Amazon Kindle and Barnes and Noble Nook.
We just released Holiday Road: A Christmas Devotional on Amazon Kindle and Barnes and Noble Nook earlier this week. Now, not only can you read it on your Kindle, phone or tablet but, for any of you who are in the same stage of life that I am, you can also adjust the font to create your own large print version!
I love this option because it’s a great way for me to pretend like I’m not hitting middle age. Who needs bifocals when you can enlarge your ebook to a 72 point font?
Hooray for technology that allows me to live in denial!
Last fall, I had a yard full of pumpkin vines but no pumpkins in site. My daughter wanted to plant them in the spring, but we got them out late so we knew it was a race against the clock. The vines were sprawling. They invaded a good-sized chunk of our back yard but didn’t look like they were doing much more than killing the grass.
However, I’m an optimist at heart, and I love my daughter so I let it go through October. By the day before Halloween, though, I thought it was time to give up the ghost, so to speak. If the vines hadn’t produced anything by now, it was game over.
My daughter was disappointed to say the least. She’d put all that time into planting, watering and checking on them for months, and by October she was emotionally invested.
I had to explain to her it just wasn’t in the cards. We’d have to try to again next year.