Seasons change………..

It has been some time since we’ve talked……

The seasons have transitioned and fall is leaving (hee hee no pun intended) Many of you have emailed that you have missed “our chats”…..and I thank you…I have too.

I have been quiet as I have contemplated changes in my life……my childrens life.

It’s a new season………….

Apparently, it is a cold, dry season since my withered hands look like they need some serious exfoliating………but it’s a beautiful new season nonetheless….and I promise….I will take a better picture, and will trim my cuticles, file my nails and lotion my hands before I do….but…..

I just wanted to tell you.

I knew it was time……..

A time to speak…….to laugh and to dance………….and I am ready.

Ecc.3:1-13

1 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.

9 What does the worker gain from his toil? 10 I have seen the burden God has laid on men. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 12 I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. 13 That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God.

Love,

Me

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  • November 27, 2009 at 5:57 pm
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    Congrats on the engagement. That is funny because I took a picture of my engagement ring and I wouldn’t share it. It looked like my mom’s hand with my ring of her finger. When did we age, aren’t we still teenagers?

    It is nice to have you talking too much.

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