The calla lily in our backyard resembles a heart – very appropriate for today.
Today, I am mixed with emotions. It is the Sabbath. God’s blessed day of rest. However, my heart feels more restless than restful. Our family begins the day with worship. That’s typical for our Sundays.
However, the afternoon straddles an array of emotions as we attend the memorial service for a dear, young friend who suffered a tragic loss of his father and celebrate our oldest’s milestone birthday.
A birthday and a memorial service. The recognition and honor of both life and death. My heart is pulled in opposite directions.
In the midst of the vast spectrum of life, I am reminded of Ecclesiastes 3:1-8…
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Through laughter and tears, memories will be shared at both, and in every moment I seek God’s peace. His selah. His pause. He is my tether. My anchor. The only One who can make sense of it all.
Thankful for selah,