This passage couldn't be any more relative to my life right now and the past year... We've all heard it, but let's just read through it again. I highlighted a passage within the passage that seems particularly relevant.
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace."
-Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
As I have probably told a lot of you, the thought of going home right now is a little overwhelming. I came into this trip apparently forgetting that the end was inevitable. And now I'm just not prepared for it at all. Nope. Not at all. I will be meditating on this verse for the rest of my time here.
