To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. 9 What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth? 10 I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it. 11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God m...
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Season for chan%e...
It done. Mom and Dads house is empty. The stuff is %one. The floors are swept and the memories have been stirred so that as we drove away today I could almost still hear them. I took some pics of the place. If these walls and floors could talk. I am attachin% a pic of my Dads chair a tthe breakfast bar. It is stayin% with the house. It belon%s there for the new family. I took a few pics and can still see him sittin% there smokin% and smilin% waitin% for us to visit. The family pics attached are from the memorial posters from his funeral. The pics are irreplaceable and I cant take them. So I pic'd pics. Allie is pickin% a few of the amazin% flowers from the yard. Jonh was there for a few minutes and he cried. We were a family all of us on that street for too few years. I let ^o of his wife my best friend on that street. My husband on that street, my Dad. My %randfather, My %randmother,. All our family apirits charm that street and I now officially have no reason t...