To everything there is a season

I consider myself a spiritual person.  I am catholic by birth & chose to raise my children in the catholic faith.  I have also always taught them it is one of many faiths and beliefs.  In my life I have identified with many religions.  Our family seems to be a melting pot for religious freedom.  Gentile, Jew, Agnostic, Atheist yet we co-exist and respect each others beliefs.  As an adult this has helped shape me into a somewhat crazy but extremely tolerant & accepting person.  When I hurt or am in pain I turn to a higher power.  It's not always the higher power that you would think, sometimes I have in depth conversations with my deceased father, sometimes God with a big G and sometimes with whoever is spiritually available at the time.  They are probably up there with the number board passing my number back and forth going it's your turn Buddha, no way it's yours!

I have been struggling to help a very dear friend as of late.  I somehow feel lost for words.  It is not in my nature to encourage someone else to have faith in what I believe.  Whether they do or not is their business.  I want to give them strength.  I want to carry them.  With many of my friends I would find a song that would share how I am feeling.  I am drawn to music as it carries emotions the spoken word can sometimes not relay as poetically.  With other friends it would be a biblical quote or possible an inspirational message.  It doesn't matter what I can come up with nothing seems adequate to express my adoration and empathy for what my friend is dealing with.  I can't fix this friends sorrow no matter how hard I search for the perfect memento of my support.  To my friend... the below tokens in no way reflect the depth of my feelings.  They are my attempts to show you how much your problems mean to me, how deeply I care for your family, how heart wrenching sad I am for where you are.  It also is a token of my gratitude for your years of friendship and support.  You have been to me the very definition of Support Group.  When one day the darkness turns to dawn and you find your way out of the tunnel I will be the first to welcome you with arms outstretched.  If you feel your feet will not hold you to the end just know I will be there to attempt to carry you until you can walk again.

To everything there is a season, and
a time to every purpose under 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.

Because I know you love this one!

I'll Meet you there my beautiful friend!

SCOLIOSIS SUCKS!!!

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