To everything, there is a season...

These verses have come up in conversation several times lately, and they come to mind again when reflecting on the events of 9/11.  While we remember with sadness the horrific events on this day 10 years ago and honor those whose lives were lost,  this is also a happy day in our house.  We celebrate the birth of our precious daughter, our only child, who came into our lives seventeen years after we were married.  It was a jolt to our childless lifestyle, that's for sure, but now we can't imagine our lives without her.  And now she turns seventeen (the magic number, I reckon)!  So, yes, September 11 is a date that spurs quite a dichotomy of feelings for me...

To everything - turn, turn, turn
There is a season - turn, turn, turn
And a time for every purpose under heaven

A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep

A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together

A time of war, a time of peace
A time of love, a time of hate
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing

A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time of peace, I swear it's not too late!