Ah yes, dried leaves crunch beneath your feet, and the grass is a sad shade of brown. The air turns crisp—maybe even cold. It’s the annual transition from the life of spring and summer to the hibernation of fall and winter. But while seasons shift, is much like this world which goes from one whim to another, from one purpose to another.  We serve a God who never fails. His words stands forever—and new pages on the calendar can’t change that.