The Northeast autumn. I have certainly missed it the past couple years. There is no autumn in West Africa’s Sahel.
This year I got the treat of glimpsing the very beginnings of autumn. I traveled out to western Maryland last weekend, visiting with several supporters and friends along the way. The destination was Faith Presbyterian, a faithful supporting church of mine.
Their missions conference in which I was invited to participate came at the perfect time to enjoy the start of this season I’ve been looking forward to since arriving back in the US.
And what better place to enjoy it for the weekend than with my kind hosts Blair and Karen in their home that they built in the woods?
Driving back through Maryland to catch my return flight to Dallas, I soaked in the telltale signs of autumn, those single crimson and gold sparks flaring up across the rolling green hills that will be fanned into colorful flame in the coming weeks.