Ecclesiastes 3
A Time for Everything
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 laugh,
a time to mourn 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.
As Erich sat and sorted through all of his “earthly belongings” on Sunday afternoon, I realized that there is a time for everything.
Even a time for helping your son pack up his childhood and begin life as a man.
I tried to keep a smile on my face.
But, I’m going to be honest, IT WASN’T EASY!
We had one Rubbermaid container designated for “memories” —-
things Erich didn’t want to throw away but also didn’t have room to take to his new apartment in Nashville.
So every time he came across something special, he would hand it to me and say one little word….
“MEMORY.”
Tim came upstairs to capture (in a photograph) the “memory” of me and Erich packing, and I had a weak moment……….
Our house will never be the same with Erich in another state.
I’m not sure how many guys can say they emptied their room of a Nacho Libre costume, a princess wand (I’m thinking Olivia left this in Erich’s room a LONG time ago!!), and a cowbell……….
Shew!
Memories swirl in my heart and in my mind tonight.
I’m feeling that it could be “a time to write”…..finally.
Much love,
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It’s a different kind of letting go and yet… it’s a happy/sad time all rolled into one. As my daughter is beginning to look at her senior year of college and the possibility of having a place of her own next summer I think of how much things have changed since the day she entered our world… how much things have changed since we moved to Omaha… how much things have changed since she went off to college in another state. Once again dear friend… I can relate to what you’re going through. Know that I love you and continue to pray for you. May God continue to show you grace, grace, grace for the moment.
Blessings to you!!!
Memories are such wonderful things. They are what we leave behind with loved ones when we are gone, either temporarily or permanently: and I am sure they are what we store up in heaven. But then you know all this, don’t you. Just hard when our emotions don’t want to line up with our mind. Be strong. New and wonderful memories are still being made.
Love and prayers
Jennifer
Saying some prayers for ya…LOVE YOU!!!
Oh I remember him buying the Nachol Libre costume! Yes, such good memories. Oh how hard it is to let go and let them learn on their own. I know I am there right now and believe me, I am not having a very easy time with it. I am praying for you as you enter into a different chapter in your life. Love you.
Oh Tammy,
Another season has come, (I sure don’t like change either).
Praying for God’s grace to once again to carry you, and gently usher you to the next season.
My favorite part of that chapter is in vs 11:
“He has made everything beautiful in its time.”
Love you♥
Tammy I can feel that ache in your heart. A mom of three grown men now, I remember all the times I have had to let them go and find their place in this world. My oldest is turning 40 this summer and I still see him as a little boy in that manly body. Mommy hood doesn’t change it’s just different with time. We love them so much near and far and it is such a wonderful thing that we had them and are able to let them go and grow and experience this wonderful life that our Lord has provided for them. Bless you as you take this journery as well. A reader of your wonderful thoughts, Sandy from MD.