[insert your life here]

Today I found a piece of my old self I want to keep. I was sitting in my room writing (which seems to be all I ever do these days, isn't that great?) the words God was pouring through me were coming together so well and I couldn't help but just smile and laugh. Laughter spawned by simple happiness has been scarce in my day for awhile. It felt so good. And even though the sidelines are frayed in some areas of my life God has given me peace that He loves to give. I pulled out a note I left for myself in the pocket of my scarf (yes, my scarf has a pocket; two of them!): Caithream Eadar Aibheis. For those not well versed in Latin (I think it was Latin?) here's a translation: joy in the pit.

Ecclesiastes 3

A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

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,
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.