A Place without Fall

September and October mean fall.

Lovely, forever-blue skies.

Deep golds, reds, oranges.

The heavy smell of pumpkin spice and hot chocolate.

The flicker of candles.

Simmering soup.

Crunch of leaves underfoot.

Minnesota in fall is endlessly lovely.

But now.

No lovely days of cool weather.

Or crisp mornings laced with frost.

Or hot drinks sliding down to warm.

Because it's to hot in Grenada.

To hot for frost.

For cool mornings.

For satisfying soups.

Just to hot.

To hot for anything but the ocean.

This place I'm going.

What will it be like?

Hot. I know that.

Different. Very different.

Hard. Like here.

Yet good, like here.

Because God is good.

There will not be Minnesota falls there. 

Because it's not Minnesota.

But there will be other things.

Things I will learn to love.

And it's ok.

Because the God that gave good gifts yesterday,

Gives good gifts today.

Tho they may be hard gifts,

Or joyful gifts,

They are good.

I choose to believe that.

I choose to trust.

As I lay aside my Minnesota home for a time,

For Grenada.