So long, sweet summer!

 Well, the Johnny Appleseed Festival has come and gone here in Fort Wayne, the days are getting shorter and cooler, the trees are turning red and gold, and most importantly, pumpkins have once again invaded Trader Joe's. And since this blog is called "The SUMMER of Faith Experiment," I am going to take a break and return next summer  with more stories, more reflections, and more examples of God's faithfulness and abundant generosity. 

My plans for this fall are to continue with hybrid caregiving and trust the Lord to continue to make that better and better. On November 20th, I will go down to Memphis to be with my family, and will stay through the beginning of January. It will be a very full visit, with Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year, plus four birthdays, and I can't wait to hang out with everyone! Then I'll return to the dark, cold Indiana winter that feels like it goes on forever... but I have plans to make it cozy and cheerful, too. They include candles and blankets and soups and cookies. If anything especially noteworthy happens, I might pop back on to let you know, but otherwise, I will write to you again when I come out of hibernation! 

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  1. AnonymousSeptember 30, 2023 at 1:52 PM

    Be well and we will be waiting to hear from you

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