“This sickness will not end in death. No, it is for God’s glory so that God’s Son may be glorified through it.” John 11:4
Jun 20 was the longest day. Today is the shortest day. And what happened between the longest day and shortest day of my life this year?
- Friends who were friends have moved on – new friends are on the horizon
- Family held together in support – family makes decisions to move on
- Family was more independent – family is more dependent
- Professional life was important – professional life is about to be complete
- Faith was for climbing and working – faith is for sustenance and strength
- It used to be two – now it is one
- It was dealing with the results of the past – it now is dealing with a new future
- What was meaningless was meaningful – what was meaningful is gone
- Immediate satisfaction was important – long-term satisfaction is desired
- It was about being happy – it is about working through grief
- It was about holding on – it is about hanging on
- The young were smarter – the younger have gotten hurt
- The older were barely wise – the older are even less wise
- It’s a given – it’s a mystery
- I would try to do it myself – I’m not sure if I can do anything by myself
- Acquaintances were years old – acquaintances are weeks old
- Not enough time – too much time
- Words meant one thing – words mean something else
- The path forward was narrow, marked, and defined – the path forward is broad, wide, and into the fog
- I was arrogant – I am broken
- I cared about things – I care about very different things
- It was noisy and busy – it is quiet and intentional
- People depended on me – I depend on people
- Relationships were on thin ice – relationships have broken through the ice
- Relationships were facile – relationships are deep
- It was about being right – it’s about accepting grace
- It was about being hard – it’s about being able to cry easily
- Being sympathetic – being empathetic
- Too much intimacy – no intimacy
- Two TV channels – one TV channel
- Two cars – one car
- Lots of phone calls – few phone calls
- Fear of what might happen – realization that it did happen
- I was me – I’m someone else
For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet 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 NLT)
Seasons will come and go. I’m somewhere in them.