And the seasons, they go round and round.
The painted ponies go up and down.
We're captured on the carousel of time.
We can't return, we can only look
behind from where we came,
And go round and round in the circle game.
Being deacons, Phil and I spend a considerable amount of time in hospitals. Waiting, hugging, crying, praying. This Mother's Day was just another day in our life, and yet, more. Today we had two hospital visits. One, to a happy young couple who had just given birth to their long awaited baby. This is my favorite kind of visit, and holding a brand new life is always miraculous. Then on to the next visit, an older friend who is suffering from cancers, and very sick. The hospital floor is shaped in a circle, with a big atrium in the center and the rooms all around the outside. And today we played the circle game for real. Going around the circle from one extreme to the other. New life, and the end of life, all on the same floor. A miniscule circle of life. It was good to walk out into the fresh air and sunshine, to breathe deeply, to drive away. But I ask you, which is more real, inside the building, or outside? Think well before you answer. I have nothing wise to impart to you here, just a recounting of my day, and a feeling of time passing very quickly and a vast eternity in my heart...I promise my next post will be unbearably cheerful, get your sunglasses ready!
You don't get to choose how you're going to die. Or when. You can only decide how you're going to live - Joan Baez
How did it get so late so soon?
It's night before it's afternoon.
My goodness how the time has flewn.
How did it get so late so soon? - Dr. Seuss
"Yet you brought me out of the womb; you made me trust in you...From birth I was cast upon you; from my mother's womb you have been my God. Do not be far from me..." Psalm 22:9