Smells like fall is in the air.

Dare I speak too soon and jinx it.. the sky is a deeper blue, the air is cool, and slightly breezy.

Truly it is my favorite time of year.

Ironically, everything is so rich and vibrant in it's change. And in it's death. It reminds me how in everything, Jesus makes us beautiful. In the dying and decay of leaves and trees there is inevitably new beginning. Where there is chaos, he makes beauty. Where there is uncertainty, he carries the process.

So I'm sucking at fasting Ramadan. I've broken it a million times mindlessly.
Mindlessly: I love this:


Inothernews:
I'm getting my life together. How about that. :)