And while we are all figuring out what that is, we are passing something along to our children.
I think we probably did better when we had to worry about hunting and gathering and making sure the fire didn't go out.
And at some point most of us have to face the music and examine what caused that old wound. For those of us suffering from mental illness, it is both more pressing and nearly impossible to do. How is that wound affecting us today? Where does it rear its ugly head in our life? And hardest of all - how do we change? How do we fix something that has been broken for so long we can't remember when it wasn't? How do we parent ourselves? And - "Isn't it really easier not to change?"
So - this verse kept running through my head today as I try and call out my own demons. I think it fits, and it's one of my favorites. I just wish someone would tell me what time it is for me.
"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to be planted;
a time to kill and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn and a time to dance;
a time to throw away stones and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek , and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time for love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace."
Ecclesiastes, 3:1-8
Peace everyone.
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