This post has been milling around in my brain for the last couple of days. I'm still not sure it will come out right, so bear with me.
It's been a little odd around here, lately.
The juxtaposition of life and death, goodbyes and new beginnings is jarring.
My Grandma passed away Wednesday. That in itself is a jumble of emotions. I'm sad, obviously. Sad for me, because I'll miss her, sad for my Mom, and the rest of my family. At the same time, I'm happy for Grandma. Happy because I know she's free from the pain and frailty that have been plaguing her, happy that she's with Jesus.
One of my oldest, dearest friends gave birth to her firstborn this week, a little girl.
There is a new beginning for my little family in the near future. I'm going to hold off on details for a little bit, since there are still some steps to complete, but I can't wait to see what God will do. But--new beginnings mean other endings.
It's interesting to be so excited, and so sad at the same time. I guess that's what life is. Nature itself is a cycle of life coming from death.
There's something profound in that.
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