"For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born
and a time to die...
A time to cry
and a time to laugh...
A time to grieve
and a time to dance...
A time to be quiet
and a time to speak...
He has planted eternity in the human heart,
but even so,
people cannot see the whole scope of God's work
from beginning to end."
Excerpts from Ecclesiastes 3:1,2a,4,7b
I am doing all of this Mom...it's still so hard to believe you are gone. I miss you, love you, but so so grateful you are whole and free in every possible way.

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