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Wednesday, October 26, 2022

#WednesdayWordswithFriends Welcomes @FayLamb Fay Lamb!

Good Morning and Welcome!

Well after a cold front last week then more days of 80 degree temps, we're once more down in the 40's - 70's and I'm loving it! I've been a firm believer and practicer of gratitude for a while now but Monday I started another round based on The Magic by Rhonda Byrne. In this book Ms. Byrne tells us to say Why we're grateful so here goes.... I am so happy and grateful for Fall because I love opening the windows after a night of rain on the metal roof!

I am also grateful for my guest today so I hope you'll sit back and enjoy Fay Lamb's visit. Take it away, Fay...

The Autumn Season of Life

For everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven…”  Ecclesiastes 3:1

Autumn in my favorite time of the year. Actually, what I love is the heart of autumn. I look forward to October with the anticipation of a child awaiting the arrival of Christmas.

In what other season can a shift in life be more felt than in the fall? And I’m saying that as a Floridian where we have two seasons: hot and hotter, and there is certainly no fanfare that brings autumn into our lives in the Sunshine State. The leaves on the trees remain two colors. Either they are green or they are brown, and they don’t fall until the dead of winter. There is seldom a cold snap in Florida in October. We are more likely to get a late-for-the-season hurricane than a cold front. Still, without the grand announcement of a shift of season, Floridians still know it is coming. There is a shortening of the days and a sense of the need to prepare. 

If I examined my heart to determine why I look forward to this heart of autumn, I might confess that it is the sense of preparation that I love, the gathering and storing. The beloved squirrels in my yard have been given by God a sense that they must prepare. In the fall, I watch them not eat the gifts of peanuts I bestow upon them but bury them all over my yard.

October is a time when we sense, like the squirrels, that hardship may be upon us—a dormancy of growth and supply. So we gather and we prepare not only for the winter, but for the renewal that occurs on the other side of the winter. On that other side is where we begin to plant what we will again gather and store.

God as made us similar to the animals in this regard. Just as the plants and the animals have a time of new birth, of strong fortitude, a time when we might feel hardship encroaching, and we prepare for the endurance of hard frost in our lives, we also have spiritual seasons: times of new birth, times of strong fortitude, times when we feel hardship encroaching upon us, and then times of hard frosts. These seasons whether physical or spiritual can come at us at different stages in our lives.

Yet I smile to think that God has prepared a “feeder” for me in His Word. A place where in times of plenty, I can glean more; in times of preparation, I can dig more; and in times of hardship, I can hide more and wait out the winters of life with an expectation of renewal.

Fay Lamb is the only daughter of a rebel genius father and a hard-working, tow-the-line mom. She is not only a fifth-generation Floridian, she has lived her life in Titusville, where her grandmother was born in 1899.

Since an early age, storytelling has been Fay’s greatest desire. She seeks to create memorable characters that touch her readers’ hearts. She says of her writing, “If I can’t laugh or cry at the words written on the pages of my manuscript, the story is not ready for the reader.” Fay writes in various genres, including romance, romantic suspense, and contemporary fiction.

If you’d like to catch up with Fay, visit her at her website, on Amazon, Goodreads, and Twitter. Also, Fay has become a “novel” gardener, and she shares her adventure in her newsletter, Tales from the Azalea Garden. You can sign up for her newsletter, Tales from the Azalea Garden, here.

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Check out her upcoming Christmas book, All I Want for Christmas!

A wedding headed for disaster, a crime syndicate bent on destruction, and a bunch of hungry alligators …

Knee deep in preparation for her best friend’s Christmas wedding, Abigail Brewster reels when her estranged younger sister returns to Mullet Harbor. She brings secrets, intrigue, and trouble along with her—a crime syndicate set on goals which would destroy the harbor. And Abigail is in the middle of their scheme.

Remy Arneaux doesn’t understand the reason for Susan Brewster’s return, and maybe that’s due to the brain fog from his concussion. But he does know enough not to trust her and not to let her near Abigail. The self-centered woman would only hurt her … again. Abigail has had enough pain, even from him. Still, he made a promise to escort someone else to the wedding. And with the promise is a secret that begins to rip apart his relationship with Abigail.

According to Mayor Herb’s edict, nothing is allowed to mar this occasion for his only granddaughter: not heartbreak, not tirades from a spoiled young woman, and especially not the threats from organized crime.

But what about their attempts to make good on their threats …

What lovely sentiments about Autum, Fay. Thank you for sharing!

I hope you enjoyed Fay's post, friends and that you'll check back each week for another Wednesday Words with Friends and Saturday Spotlight. Meanwhile, check out Fay's previous visit HERE.

Until next time, take care and God bless.
PamT

11 comments:

D. V. STONE said...

Thanks for sharing!

Liz Flaherty said...

A great post. Autumn is my favorite time, too. I never thought of it just being the heart of autumn, but it is. As much as I love the colors, and they are gorgeous here in the Midwest, their time is short.

Carol James said...

What a lovely post, Fay. One of the things this transplanted Texan loves about Georgia is the change of seasons. We actually have fall and the ltrees to show it. And I love the analogy of the feeder.

Alina K. Field said...

In Southern California where I live, the change in seasons is very subtle, but we feel the transition from summer to fall. Thanks for sharing your thoughts, and congratulations on the book!

Jacqueline Seewald said...

Lovely post! Best wishes for the success of your book.

Anonymous said...

Thank you all so much for your words of encourage. I am so happy that the words resonated with you.

Barbara Britton said...

I love autumn as well, Fay. Thank you for this post and reflection. Your book sounds wonderful.

LoRee Peery said...

I loved the depth of this post, which accentuates my love of October as my favorite month. My mother's birthday was the 13th, and her favorite colors were the rich colors of autumn.

Anonymous said...

Autumn is my favorite season as well. I'm enjoying the bright foliage in my area right now.

Barbara Bettis said...

Lovely, heartwarming post. I wish you all the best with your book!

Anonymous said...

Thank all of you again who have commented on my post. Your words are very encouraging, and I'm somewhat jealous of those of you who are enjoying the change in seasons. We're sitting in the mid-80s today, and it is hoootttt in Florida. But give it a month, and we'll be bragging out our warm weather to all those who are wrapped in parkas up north. :-)
Fay