Ecc 3:1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

This morning I was at church during sunday school time ( I usually don't go to class because I do all the sound and there is usually something last minute to setup) and one of our regular members came in. Candy picked up a bulliten, opened it, and walked over to me and asked "Is your wife doing the flowers herself this time?" The lady speaking works for a local florist and handles all of my families flower needs. She had noticed in the bulliten my family was to supply this mornings arrangement for the altar table.

Suddenly I found myself in shock. On Nov.7,1983 my 6 1/2 month old daughter was killed in a car accident. On Nov.9 I was in a funeral home planning her funeral. On Nov.8,2000 My mother died of cancer. Once again on Nov.9 I found myself in the same funeral home making plans for my mother. They were both buried on Nov.11.

This had always been a hard week for me. I've never questioned God's purpose. One taken at the beginning of life, one taken at the end, but both I knew were in his perfect time.I've never been big on grave side flowers. My loved ones are not in that piece of ground, they are in heaven. So in memory each year we do flowers at church instead.

I had forgotten. Candy went to the church office and got a silk arrangement used when no one signs up for flowers (or forgets) and placed them on the table. All through the service I looked at those flowers and cried, just as I am doing now. Not for forgetting the flowers. Not for the lose of my family. But for forgetting my family. I mourn the lose of memories that fade more each year I yearn to hold my daughter, to be held by my mother. I am comforted in the knowledge for each day that passes, I draw one day closer to joining them in the presence of His glory.

His time.

His purpose.

God is Good,

All the Time.

Jay