The leaves change color. The hills are alive with every shade of red and gold and bronze. Oh, the bounty of fall when all the crops come in and the vegetables are at their best and we have enough to get us over the winter. My parents planted huge gardens every year so that they would have enough to feed the family throughout the winter.
Times are different now. If we run out of peas we buy a bag at the local supermarket. If our lettuce wilts away we trot off to a farmers market.
Now we have different falls and different dirt to worry about.
Whoever digs a hole and scoops it out falls into the pit they have made. (Psalm 7:15, NIV)
But do not fear, friends; the One who created fall, knows how to catch us when we do just that.
They spread a net for my feet— I was bowed down in distress. They dug a pit in my path— but they have fallen into it themselves. (Psalm 57:6, NIV)
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, (Proverbs 46:2, NIV)
I was pushed back and about to fall, but the Lord helped me. (Psalm 118:13, NIV)
Prayer- Thanks, Lord, for upholding all who fall and lifting all of us who are bowed down. Amen (From Psalm 145:14, NIV).