For weeks, I’ve written about the importance of self-care. Now it is time for me to practice what I preach. Deep sadness came to our family when our little granddaughter lived less than an hour. We knew ahead of time. I tried to prepare. I underestimated the impact of one tiny little girl. We said hello and goodbye in a single sentence. I am grieving. All the things I wrote about need to be put into practice. No one can tell me what to feel. My sorrow is mine and I have the right to decide how I will handle it. I plan to go tomorrow and listen to my favorite music Cast in Bronze. I will allow my emotions to wash over me. Today I stayed home. I’m thankful I did. I’m taking time to care for me.
1 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.