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.


IMG_7982 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….


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……….


Memories swirl in my heart and in my mind tonight.

I’m feeling that it could be “a time to write”…..finally.

Much love,