Now Tom and I could fill a couple of pickup trucks with leaf bags, but no bonfires to be found. The fleeting smell of burning leaves has been replaced by wood-burning smoke telling me neighborhood families are getting ready to "gather in" as they start lighting up their fireplaces.
Granddaddy was the only person I knew growing up that had a fireplace. Since our temperatures rarely dipped below freezing, he rarely lit up the fireplace. It was a treat, but I didn't recognize its poignancy.
The thing is, Tom loves our girls. He's willing to pile leaves for them to jump in, even though he knows he'll have to rake them up again. And once every fall, Grandpa lovingly builds a terrific fire for them to roast hot dogs and marshmallows.
When the smell and smoke (and taste) of fireplaces gets in my eyes and nose and mouth, I know that delectable time of year is approaching. I know my family will gather for traditions and new memories, and I know I am so blessed.
Dear Reader, what makes you think of gathering in? Is it attached to a special memory or a newly-established connection?
I hope your holiday season is rated "4F", Dear Reader, just the right blend of faith, family, fellowship, and fun. Oh yeah, and don't forget the food! Aren't we thankful to know Jesus loved getting together with folks and sharing a good meal?