As we summer draws to a close, it is already cooling off here in Maine. Leaves are even beginning to change. Soon a new season will be upon us.
I'm experiencing my own change of seasons right now as well. I had come home from my Writers Conference and gone to visit Dad the next day. Here I am taking a few minutes on the porch, trying to get back in my writing mode so I can meet my Sept. 15th deadline for my novel, after setting my conference duties aside. Dad really wants me to finish the book and he's helped me so much by offering his expertise on certain topics pertaining to the characters and setting. But he has been rapidly declining, and by the next day was sent to the hospital in crisis. After being with him and my Mom for the past few days, without a change of clothes or medicine for myself, I had to come home and regroup. So before I go to bed I thought I'd post a little update to let you know where I've been. Many of you have been keeping up with me on facebook and I cannot tell you how I appreciate all of your love and prayers. As my Stepdad faces his final journey in this life I ask for continued prayer for comfort and peace. He'll be 77 years old on Sunday, his years soon will fade into the eternal. A difficult, and yet precious, season in all of our lives.
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.