To Every Thing There is a Season

Not much of a Bible thumper, but this pretty much sums up where I'm at:

"To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which 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 get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

A time to rend, 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 of war, and a time of peace."

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

I have more to say, but I can't form it into words. Perhaps this afternoon - when The Boy is at preschool and Toddler is taking a nap - when the house is quiet. Maybe then I can find a way to write out what's been thumping around in my head for the last three months. Maybe then. Maybe not.