"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
On January 27, I wrote that I knew what path this year would bring. You know – my life took an entirely different course and direction, and I have realized I do not “control” my life, and you don’t control yours. No one does; no one can.
There are too many forces (physical and spiritual) at play in the world. Just when you think you have it figured out, some person or event will cause a postponement, detour, or even a complete turn-around in your plans. My Mom is the person in my life sparking a reversal in the direction I made in January, and she needs my help in this season of her life. I can be angry about it or live on the other side of the ‘and,’ being gracious tow
