Seasons of Life

Good morning world.  Today is another birthday, my dear husband Patrick.  P.J. already has the birthday dinner planned.  Good thing I left the birthday sign up in the dining room.  The streamers came down, the sign did not.

I have been thinking a lot lately about the seasons of life.  Probably started when Tommy turned 18 last week.  His turning 18 starts a new season in our family.  He is still in school, has had a job and wants to get another one.  That is another topic.

However, 18 is just a number.  It does not mean he has over night become a mature grown man ready to concur the world.  Although he thinks it does.  He is going daily into a Godly man and I am so proud.

My problems with changing seasons of life is they do not need me as they did when they were little.  There is so much they can do for themselves and yet I can think of so much more we want them to learn before they are out on their own.

When the seasons in nature change, I embrace the change.  I love each season as it starts for various reasons.  I am praying I can  to the same with the changing of the seasons of life.

3 There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

2     a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3     a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
4     a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5     a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6     a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7     a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8     a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.  Ecclesiastes 3:1-8  NIV

Be blessed and be a blessing,

Just some of my thoughts and actions,

Elizabeth