Over the last couple of years I have written a blog dealing with my family’s journey through the trenches of Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS), aka Lou Gehrig’s Disease. My husband was diagnosed June 15, 2010. At this writing, we are nearing the three-year anniversary of the diagnosis which, by the way, came with a prognosis of three-to-five years. But, who really knows? I won’t go into detail here, at least not now, but if you wish to read about that particular season in my seasons, you can read the blog at http://www.adayinthelifeofanalsfamily.blogspot.com.
Anyway, many people have told me countless times that I should write a book. Maybe I will. Maybe I will compile my blogs and do that when this particular season is over. But, first, I am going to back up a few decades. I want to share my faith, which has been weak at times, but that ultimately always gets me through. Through what, you might ask. Seasons. We all have seasons. Some great, some not so great. I am going to share seasons in my life that made me who I am. Join me on this journey. Some of it may be painful to read. I know I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach at this very moment just thinking of a couple of my seasons. Do I really want to share?
Season One (…to be continued)
” 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.