my heart is expressed

My grandma got to see Jesus

Saturday night. I envy her.

I haven't been able to express

my feelings or my heart lately . . .

Ecclesiastes has always resounded

with me. Especially this passage:

¹For everything there is a season,

and a time for every matter under heaven:
²a time to be born, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;

^{3a time to kill, and a time to heal;a time to break down, and a time to build up;}

^{4a time to weep, and a time to laugh;}

^{a time to mourn, and a time to dance;}

^{5a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;}

^{a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;}

^{6a time to seek, and a time to lose;a time to keep, and a time to cast away;}

^{7a time to tear, and a time to sew;a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;}

^{8a time to love, and a time to hate;a time for war, and a time for peace.}

Thanks be to God.