This month of reflection has reminded me time and time again of the hymn we sang at Clara’s funeral. This song meant so much to me at her funeral and still does today. The seasons of life come and go. There are some seasons we wish we could hold onto longer and some seasons we wish to skip. Other seasons happen in a different order than we could have ever imagined. Just as the sun rises and sets, we too move through every season under the Heavens. Our path is never the same as our neighbors. Every season changes us, shapes us, into who we are today.
A Time for Everything
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.
After a loss the outdoors took on a bit different roll. The first year each season was a reminder that life was moving forward. They were a silent reminder of the hopes of dreams I wanted to share with Clara but couldn’t. The summer swimming, the Halloween princess, the holiday celebrations, the spring flowers…the times we didn’t get. Today the seasons also remind me of things yet to come. For me spring holds such a good spot in my heart. As I watch the trees come to life I am reminded of the good that comes each season. The flowers show the beauty and health. Finally the fruit is like seeing everything come together.
As the seasons change the fruit is harvested and the tree begins to lose it’s leaves. The tree begins another cycle. Eventually the tree must come down and through the trunk there is a reminder of the years of growth, and drought, and storms, and health. The rings of a tree are a perfect reminder of my own years of changes. Some of me has growth and some despair. But no season is the same as the last. I am forever changed and distinctly marked by each season of my life. God has touched my life, stood me up, shaped me. He has made me similar and yet unique from every other tree along the path of grief.
The frozen blossoms are a perfect example of both the season Clara was born in and also the season she passed in.
We had no idea when she was born that such a beautiful blossom would be taken by the coldness of the last winter freeze and a little bud would be forever frozen in our hearts, memories, and pictures in our home.