
FM27-"Tranquil Sunset"
It has been a busy summer and fall schedule. I will have my booth set up at the Common Ground Fair in the Craft Tent this Sept 21-23.
Harvest time, autumn leaves of orange, reds, and ochre. How beautiful they are in their last days! The plants of the fields and leaves are dying and have served their purpose. Farmers are busy bringing in their crops and soon will see how the fruit of their labors have profited.
I will soon take some time to just get away and reflect, count my blessings, walk the peaceful woods trails with my shotgun and harvest a few grouse, camp in the autumn woods, cook by the camp fire, and spend time in the outdoors with my Grandchildren. We should always be in remembrance of the blessings God has mercifully given to us. Of the Grace He continually works in us if we truly belong to Him. I have much to be thankful for.
I have often used this time of year to make sure I have taken time to slow down and reflect on the more

AT11-"Autumn Backroads"
important things in this journey I am on. Like the flowers and grass of the field our life will fade away as well. I am eternally grateful to my Lord, that when this life ends I will be in a better place where there is no more death. It gives me reason to live now, it calms my fears and lessens my worries. I pray that you to will look to the Savior and His Word for comfort and answers to life’s toughest questions. I will leave you with this poem.
I Must Go
I can’t explain it, but I must go.
It’s calling me away I say,
To the deep woods and streams.
Is it Him or is it me, I do not know.
I can’t explain it, but I must go,
To explore the mysteries of nature,
To see the creation up close.
I’m longing for solitude, to watch the nights glow.
I can’t explain it, but I must go.
It’s been too long and I am tired.
The stresses of life has worn me down.
I’ll pack the truck and go, where I can take it slow.
I can’t explain it, but I must go.
I must be quite for a time and let Him speak,
To strengthen me in my need.
So I’m off to the Maine woods, the Word in tow.
I can’t explain it, but I must go.
It’s calling me away and I say,
It is my Father calling me closer,
Preparing me for future home, this I now know.
By Thayden C. Farrington ©
Sept. 19th, 2012
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