What a week of contrasts.
News of births and pregnancies.
News of unexpected deaths.
How tightly they are woven together.
A baby draws his first breath while a woman draws her last.
My thoughts keep floating to Ecclesiastes 3 - remembering the truth that there is a time for everything.
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 pluck up what is 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 cast 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 cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
We must rejoice over the first, and trust the Lord in the second.
Both are from His hand, both are in His time, and both are for His purposes.
He gives and takes away ... BLESSED be the name of the Lord!
For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, Your eyes saw my unformed body. All the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be. Psalm 139:13-16
Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints. Psalm 116:15