I have to say, today is my first “bad day” in a long time. After giving life to Sephora and losing her to Trisomy 13 almost 5 months ago, I suppose I am supposed to welcome the bad days with the good. I was just outside sitting on “Sephora’s Bench,” made by my dad, which overlooks Sephora’s Garden. Fall certainly is in full swing. There is a chilly breeze, leaves are starting to change colors, and the plants are slowly beginning to “die” or grow dormant. The plants in Sephora’s Garden are doing the same, and it saddens me. As I sat there, admiring her garden and watching it go to sleep, I was reminded of the day she was born. We were blessed to have 4 1/2 beautiful hours with her before her angel wings flew her off to Heaven. But the slow changes of her garden make me sad, because her garden will be dormant until new life begins in the spring. I cried for a few minutes as I began to feel closer to her in her garden. I miss her more than I am actually able to describe with words. A part of me is missing. A part of us is missing. Today, I try to speak words of truth, love, life, and wisdom. Yet today, it is a challenge that I am struggling to complete.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-22 ESV
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what 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; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; …”