There is a time for everything,
And a season for every activity under the heavens.

A time to weep and a time to laugh,
A time to mourn and a time to dance.
Ecclesiastes 3:1, 4 NIV

Such is the season our family is walking with the recent good-bye of a cherished loved one in our lives.
For my sister longing the gentle embrace of the man who held her for forty-six glorious years, she weeps and though her…

Tears are just water and salt,
But a thimble full can feel oceans wide.

An excerpt from song…

God Loves You
By Chondra Pierce
With an ocean of tears standing before us, especially for my sister, her children and grandchildren, a family struggles to remember life on dry land.

There are those waves of the unexpected which overtake and have one gasping, struggling to reach the surface for another breath, when only minutes ago you were just enjoying the view.

It’s difficult to make peace with our new season of weeping and mourning, when the heart longs to laugh and dance like it used to.
You trust a loving God who already foretold from the beginning there’d be seasons and times for everything and every activity under the heavens.

While we wish our God handed out save-the-dates in matters of the heart; there must be an ongoing reminder in our calendar to prepare, to have oil in our lamp when the Lord shows up at our darkened-door of the unexpected.

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Every now and then God puts a song in my heart to sing, albeit in metered rhyme.

I dedicate these words to anyone bearing the weight of grief on their heart, especially my sister, as she navigates this season along a detoured path in an unknown forest from the road, a path where two people once traveled together only a few weeks ago.
A song to remind her she travels not alone…

A song to remind a travelling companion now holds the map for every step of the way in front of her…
Words to hold close and hold onto the guide who already knows the way as He is the Way…

A God who is ever present and close beside in her tears…

By Lori A Alicea

Our hopes, our joys, and dreams we dare,
Our memories will keep.
Our heart, a home where love resides,
Which measures oceans deep.

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Our heart which captures every thought,
Those shared between just two.
And written in this secret place,
Their eyes can only view.

The years they share, their love is deep,
And lay the ocean floor.
Those treasures of their heart revealed,
When waves they wash ashore.

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The heart, a home where love resides,
And memories still grows.
Where dreams are shared and dared to take,
Whose heart the other knows.

But just as full in their hello,
The heart will leap and sigh.
The walls which keep their love secure,
Will break in their good-bye.

From deep one’s flowing love will weep,
And seep the oceans wall.
And from the windows of one’s soul,
Their tears begin to fall.

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In sorrow we are not alone,
Our God is ever near.
He sits beside us when we grieve,
Collecting every tear.

Recording in His book of us,
When tears our face they fall.
Our God is present when we cry,
Remembering them all.

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However long our heart must weep,
He’s sitting close beside.
As love was deep and heart was full,
And ocean’s arms were wide.

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The writings from their secret place,
Once shared, to view, recall.
The pain of mere remembering,
The gush, the waterfall.


 But every grief He’ll wipe away,
And dry our pain each trace.
But dare forget when ocean’s seeped,
In tears which streamed our face.

Our ever present God reminds,
Though weeping stays the night.
His joy will greet the grieving heart,
Awake by morning light.

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You keep track of all my sorrows.
You have collected all my tears in your bottle.
You have recorded each one in your book.
Psalm 56:8 NLT

weeping may endure for a night,
But joy cometh in the morning.
Psalms 30:5 KJV


When you live in a state as I do experiencing the four seasons changing guard with one another throughout the calendar year, you embrace everything beautiful in its own time.

The season of spring showers bringing us May flowers.

The season of bright summer days around baseball fields and concession stands, swimming and snorkeling, fishing with Papa and family visits to the nearby zoo.

The season of fall around a Thanksgiving table, in the stands at a basketball game, another anniversary celebrated at our honeymoon cottage, and taking in the brilliance of a season changing in color.

The season of winter fast asleep under a blanket of snow until spring, peered through a holiday globe of Christmas cheer, sledding, snowball fights and snowflakes falling and glistening as diamonds under the afternoon rays of the sun.

There is a season (a time appointed) for everything and a time for every delight and event or purpose under heaven-
Ecclesiastes 3:1 AMP

There is …
A time to weep…
A time to mourn…
Ecclesiastes 3:4 AMP

One morning recently as the kitchen windows and front door were opened allowing a cool breeze to surprise me with a slight kiss on the cheek, a slow trickle of raindrops played as a song of tears from heaven dancing outside onto the stage of crisp leaves as they fell in the rain-forest I heard with my eyes closed, watering a new season of sadness and all its firsts our family has recently entered into, with the unexpected loss and love of my sister’s life.

After forty-six years of marriage she can’t escape their time together, sharing on social media, “Everywhere I look or go is a reminder of a memory.”

During the early hour that morning when heaven wept for me in my place, I consoled myself and lit a candle to shine a bit of comfort on the dim place of my heart.
There is…
A time to embrace…
Ecclesiastes 3:5 AMP

And welcome home the simple, the seemingly insignificant moments rich in memories around the table and chairs where families gather.

A kitchen captures the smell of maple syrup from bacon sizzling on mother’s griddle though neighbors catching a waft outside the screened window swear it’s cooking on the open fire while camping.

Enjoying my first cup of coffee still wearing pajamas and seated at the heirloom once owned by mom…

I’ll soon be joined by grandchildren wearing their PJ’s as well and accompanied by parents and Minnie Mae…
Ready to embrace a few moments around a breakfast table of French toast and bacon together; a simple meal yet a memory the grandchildren will remember.

There is…
A time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted.
Ecclesiastes 3:3 AMP

The month of May rings the bell for our hardworking farmers to take their place in the fields for planting; when June, July and August call them back out for harvesting.

Flats of strawberries, bushel baskets of corn and zucchini are canned into jams, relish and creamed corn for our delight on a cold winter’s day in December.

There is…
A time to laugh…
A time to dance…
Ecclesiastes 3:4 AMP

Nothing delights a child more than when the county fair comes to town.

Face-painting, cotton candy and a day spent searing memories in the minds of children enjoying an afternoon of thrill and wonder on the county amusement rides, a page of history you’ll remember in great detail looking back as an adult; savoring the laughter and fun of today, wishing the day would never end.

There is…
A time for love…
Ecclesiastes 3:8 AMP

A day isn’t lived unless the day is spent with the ones that you love.

Time passes faster than a fleeting thought.

You must be intentional to capture the moments when the hour is within reach; lest they be lost as sand sifted between your fingers.

Clear your calendar.

Take the pictures.

Brave the heat and eat outside.

Don’t be in a hurry for the check.

Count your blessings and name them one by one.
Count your blessings see what God has done.
(song Count Your Blessings
By Johnson Oatman, Jr.)

Count your blessings no matter the season.

And even reclaim your crown when a re-match of cards is taunted.
He has made everything beautiful and appropriate in its time…
Ecclesiastes 3:11 AMP
There is a season (a time appointed) for everything and a time for every delight and event or purpose under heaven-
Ecclesiastes 3:1 AMP