For several years there always seemed to be something to say, something to write.
Almost. Every. Day.
It was an unexpected gift, the ability to get out of the way and just let the words tumble out onto the page. And then six months ago everything went silent. After writing Glenn’s obituary, there wasn't really anything to say at all. It wasn't from lack of trying, but the inspiration just seemed to be gone. Instead there came the unexpected gift of wide and open space to grieve, to mourn, to weep, to be. Thanks be to God.
Ecclesiastes 3 tells us that there is a time for everything.
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 throw 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 throw 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.
I’d add a few to this list:
a time to be lost, and a time to be found;
a time to hang on, and a time to let go;
a time to fight, and a time to surrender;
a time to give away; and a time to receive
a time to be empty; and a time to be full…
And now it seems that it is time to begin to write once again.
More than anything, I am deeply grateful for all who have surrounded me during these months. I have seen the face of God in your faces! Your courage has become my courage. Your faith has become my faith. Your hope has become my hope.
May you know God’s richest blessings…you are loved…
grace and peace...cindy