When my sister called me on Sunday, I was knee deep in a list of things that had to get done. She asked if I wanted to go with her to a pumpkin patch in DeKalb, and I answered, “Sure!”
Of course I wanted to spend time with her, but I also knew what she was really asking.
“Do you want to take a ride to the country this afternoon so we can scarf down some of those homemade apple cinnamon donuts?”
Honestly, there isn’t anything I don’t love about visiting one of these pumpkin patches.
The scent of fall in the air, the rosy-cheeked children running amiss; the first chance to wear that new sweater…
Escaping the real world for a while.
Discovering new things.
Old drawers turned berry picking crates?
Experiencing the harvest first hand.
Vowing to find a purpose in everything…
…and everyone…
…and everyday.
Vowing to find a purpose in everything, everyone and everyday.
Although I got absolutely nothing done that day but share a dozen apple cinnamon donuts with my sister,
I believe I did it with purpose. And maybe a stomach ache later on.
Here’s hoping your day has purpose!
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