an ecclesiastical day

this song has been playing its way through my head tonight.

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together

To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven

this morning's memorial for Kaden was beautiful and full and worshipful. You don't quite know how to emotionally prepare for a day like this but even amongst the grief, there continued to be hope and celebration with the worship chosen and words shared, including this poem that my husband wrote.

I laughed with friends today, held hands with Ryan, cried and held my sister-in-law tight, went on a drive tonight with Ryan (and Toby), went to a baby shower for a dear friend whose little one we will meet in 4 short weeks and smiled as I thought about the newborn baby girl that will be one week old tomorrow whose fingers and toes and little nose were absolutely perfect when we met her last Sunday. Ecclesiastes 3. a time for everything under heaven.

i also picked myself more flowers.