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.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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.