Autumn is mercifully lingering into November in the Midwest this year. I don’t mind at all. The season is like a favorite guest that you try to talk into staying just a little longer. We drove across the bottom of the “mitten” yesterday from Detroit to Chicago. Heidi met us in Northern Indiana with my Jeep and I drove down through Indiana for the Dad’s Conference in Indianapolis. It was a pretty drive. The trees are clinging to their leaves, like they are bracing for winter. The sun came out to brighten my drive through the countryside.
Thursday our Daniel turned 16. He’s become quite the strapping young man. In the last year he has grown in wisdom, and stature, in favor with God, and in favor with man. He’s a delightful son and stout as a tree. He is physically strong and spiritually and emotionally tender. His dream is to be a missionary pilot.