To Everything There Is A Season
December 21, 2009
There are no words to express what is in my heart right now. On Saturday night my grandaddy, Willard, suffered a stroke. He is now on a ventilator in the neuro-intensive care unit. He is an amazing and strong man now trapped in a body which is failing him. I could go on for days and days and pages upon pages extolling his virtues and conveying how dearly loved he is by his family. But somehow right now this space seems best used to ask for your prayers. Most specifically pray that God's will be done in this situation. His wife and daughters have many tough decisions to make in the coming days and I covet your prayers for their strength and for peaceful hearts for our entire family. Thanks so much- I love you all.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance.
~ Ecclesiastes 3: 1-4