His khaki shirt boasted salt rings—a crusted residual from perspiration earlier in the day. The center of his back was brown and soaked. I’m sure it was wet under his arms as well, but from my view walking behind him, all I could see was a big wet circle on his lean and leathery upper torso. That dark circle of moisture at my eye level became my target for the day. My grandfather was a hard worker and was showing me how at the same time.

At the dead-end of a rutted and potholed gravel road, I behold the resilient but worn home of my upbringing. The sagging roof, shifting boards, and dormant flowers echo the passage of time, marking the waypoints of my life's journey

From "Sea to shining sea" is more than a line in the song "America the Beautiful." It describes a vastness and invokes awe relative to the beauty of our planet. America and the entire Earth, from "sea to shining sea," truly is wonderful!

A balanced and meaningful life is a symphony. One where we facilitate the harmony of forgiving and thanksgiving, where the heart's melody unfurls, and the soul dances to the rhythm of grace.

Maybe autumn is called fall because we are hot and sweaty and "fall" into it. Probably not. More likely, it's called fall because the leaves have been brushed with a hint of cold and are beginning to "fall." Regardless, it is undoubtedly one of the most picturesque times of the year. It's a season when trees boast their vibrant colors, from fiery reds and oranges to rich and deep golden yellows.

Life is an expedition and often presents moments of uncertainty. These moments are characterized by the word “perhaps.” Perhaps I can succeed. Perhaps my dreams will come true. Perhaps I can make a difference, or worse yet, perhaps not.