I turned 69 on Saturday, October third. It was a bitter sweet birthday this year since my son was not with us.
We went to one of our favorite spots for my birthday dinner. In fact, it was one of the last places my son was with us while he was alive. The familiarity was somehow comforting for us..although some tears were shed by us because of the vacancy that was felt by his absence.
Which really brings me to the point of this post for today....THERE IS A SEASON.
These pics were taken by us on a trip 2 years ago. We toured down the Danube and the Rhine rivers in Europe. It is pretty evident that it is Fall in these pictures.....it was an incredible time for us.
It was before our move and Brad's surgery. It was before our son's death.
Who would have known what was in store as we were viewing this incredible part of the world.
It was a season of all joy and hopefulness. Then came the season of hurting and sorrow. Every life has it's seasons....and each of them leave their mark.
Here in America we are in the Autumn season and for me personally it will be the healing and hoping season.
All the season's are necessary for one's soul development and each will appear in its own time......at least this is what I BELIEVE.
Any thoughts on this?