One of my least favorite seasons is fall. The leaves drop and make a mess, the spring flowers die, and the lawn I’ve nurtured all year long turns from green to brown. In spite of that seasonal change, we have a hope for all seasons. Isaiah 40:8 tells us: “The grass withereth, the flower fadeth: but the word of our God shall stand forever.” I am thankful that I always have that to depend upon, how about you? God bless you!