For everything there is an appointed time,
And an appropriate time for every activity on earth:
A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to uproot what was 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 throw away stones, and a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to search, and a time to give something up as lost;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;
A time to rip, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silent, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time for war, and a time for peace.
We weren’t ready for the tearing down or the uprooting to begin.
But it did, nonetheless.
We weren’t ready for it all to fall apart.
But it did.
Is it time to begin building again?
It would feel good to dance…to cease from mourning.
Can we laugh?
The weeping needs to stop.
Nothing ever stays the same.
God’s will be done.