For everything there is a season,
and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
Ecclesiastes 3:1-2a
That sums up my last 11 days. Two dark hospital rooms. Two different seasons. A week and a half ago I held my father-in-law's hand as he drew his last breath. Tonight I stood by and cheered as my dear sister-in-Christ's newborn infant wailed her first precious cry. And God's Word rang in my thoughts, the seasons of life so aptly displayed. I stand in awe of the Creator and the mighty works of His hand!
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