This past weekend I had the opportunity to take a little trip down to Florida and visit my dad. His health has been up and down the past few months and it was really special to be able to hop on a plane by myself and just go sit and visit. I don’t have too much to share about it here, except that time is a funny thing and we always tend to think we have so much of it. We sat and watched tv, he was chatty, content that I was there and I was also content to be there. When he would doze off I would go for a walk or visit with my sister and nieces and nephews. It was a short trip, but it was the perfect amount of time and that time, I am grateful for.

There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

2     a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3     a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
4     a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5     a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6     a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7     a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8     a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8