"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven" (Ecclesiastes 3:1).
Earlier today seemed a time to dance for me. There are those days that we are blessed to be able to smile and laugh. There is a time for that. But there is also a time to weep and a time to mourn, and often one time quickly follows another.
There is also a time to be born and a time to die. And sometimes that time to die comes too soon, in our eyes, after the time to be born. Much too soon. In the past week, two of my friends have each lost their newborn daughters. My heart hurts for them. Even while I was dreaming of dancing, my thoughts were not far from them. As a parent, I can only imagine their loss. And I will be very honest, when my thoughts do wander into that territory of wondering how to survive that pain, I quickly lead them in another direction. Even the imagined loss is painful.
So please, I ask you to take this time to pray for Andy and Jenn and for Matt and Cindy and for each of their families. There is always a time for prayer.
And if you would like for me to pray for you, please share your request. It will be my honor to carry your burden.