A Time for Everything

In preparing for my father-in-law’s funeral service, we have been going through albums and piles of photos. I spent much of this afternoon scanning them onto a thumb drive, from which my son, Christopher, will make a powerpoint presentation. 

It has been pleasant and difficult. We have had some laughs, some tears, and some ponderings. 

I have seen pictures of my parents-in-law at 20 and at 40 and at 60. It is interesting to see the age progression. I do wonder how at 60, they felt. Did they feel old? When I talk to my mother-in-law at various times about age, she says “Oh, you are so young.” But to a person in their 80s, 60 IS young. And on the other side of that, to a 40 year old, 60 is far away and old. It is all relative.

I love this photo of my husband (he is the cutie with his arms crossed, sitting next to his mama) with his family. The year at the top of the photo reads 1965. My father-in-law is 35 and my mother-in-law is 32. They look like the stereotypical 1960s family.

I’m guessing that if I could ask them both, they would say those last 52 years were a blink of the eye. 

That is how I feel about the last 20 years, a mere blink and I was 40. 

The bible book of Ecclesiastes speaks about time, stating there is a time for everything;

        A time to be born and a time to die

        A time to plant and a time to uproot

        A time to kill and a time to heal

        A time to tear down and a time to build

        A time to weep and a time to build

        A time to mourn and a time to dance

        A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them

        A time to embrace and a time to refrain

        A time to search and a time to give up 

        A time to keep and a time to throw away

        A time to tear and a time to mend

        A time to be silent and a time to speak

        A time to love and a time to hate

        A time for war and a time for peace

And I especially love the next two lines;

        He (God) has made everything beautiful in its time

        He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom

            what God has done from beginning to end. 

If I truly believe that God has made everything beautiful in its time, then I must hold to the hope of beauty where it may be found. And I will hold to the hope of eternity that somehow, from the very beginning, have known is in our hearts. 

Author: Rebecca Hendrixson

Hello, I'm Rebecca. I am a wife and mother and freelance writer. I love to share honest thoughts, anecdotes, incidents and encouragement. I am documenting my one year of being 60 years old. Join me on the journey. And please leave comments or send me an email. I will respond. We are all in this together. Come be my comrade.

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