Fall

Growing up in a desert I never imagined that fall could be so beautiful. I thought that the beauty of the southern Utah red rocks couldn't be beat, but because the weather stayed so warm and there wasn't much vegetation, I never appreciated the full beauty of changing seasons.

This last week Dave's sister (who is also expecting twins!) came to visit us with her little boy for a couple of days. The weather was heavenly and we decided to head up to a local farm and orchard to let the kids do some apple picking and walk through the petting zoo. 


It really was the perfect fall day. The kids got to see animals, explore a darling wooden playground, play in the "cereal bowl" (an enclosed area filled with a foot deep of corn kernels), and run through the pumpkins. 

Miss Tillie was in heaven seeing the animals for the first time

And to top it off they had some amazing desserts that we all ate more than our fill of. (For you locals, do yourself a favor and go to Silverman's and get an apple dumpling. And do me a favor and bring me one back!)

Tillie Rose in the "cereal bowl"

As we wandered through the country store filled with everything from fresh apples to country home decor, I came across this little sign:


And for me, it was a little answer to my prayer that week. 

Being home with three kids under 18 months is great and crazy and exhausting and fulfilling, and sometimes at the end of the day I finally understand what all those mothers were talking about. Motherhood (and probably fatherhood, and work, and service, and really anything worth doing) sometimes leaves you wondering if you're really doing any good, or making any difference. 

But reading this sign made me remember that there is a time and a season for everything. Sometimes the season is one of investment and sowing, and not yet the harvest. Just like planting seeds, there may be days and months and maybe even years of planting and sowing before the seeds ever produce fruit. 


But I think that is how it is supposed to be. There are times and seasons for everything. And in the end I think that is what makes life full of joy. 

As I came home I looked up the scripture from the sign. And realized again how much divine wisdom there is in the scriptures. 

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
xo, 

Lizzy

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