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Part of a message from the local memorial service but it jumped out at me.  Isn't that what life is?  A continuous ending and beginning; tearing and building; birthing and dying.

It reminds me of fencing.  I remember taking wire and splicing them together to continue a fence line.  To connect the old with the new or repair part and tie everything together.  When the Creek would flood and we had to pull out wire from the mud and stand it back up, we had to find all of the ends and make new beginnings.

Reminds me of the rolling hills of the prairie or the sandhills that I love.  Driving over one hill only leads to another!!!!  And another and another....

That is what I'm seeing in our lives right now.  A constant beginning and ending.

My boys are in that state of constant fluctuation in their lives, schooling and career.   The Old blue sweetheart is in new hands getting a new break job and a new back window!

Even in a seemingly symbolic way my trees are having to be cut and new ones planted.  We took out one this spring and now our beautiful ponderosa pine is having to be cut after breaking.  Losing a tree is hard on me but it leads the way to new life!

Sometimes Quitting is the only thing that can lead to new.  Not in being a quitter.  Heaven forbid.  But knowing "when it is time to fold them" and letting go.  Letting go of little kids and embracing young adults.  Moving on from stagnant and becoming dynamic. 

The next 10 years in David and my life will be constant fluctuation as we see from this vantage point.  Boys meeting and breaking up with those loves of their life.  Scary time by the way for parents!  Endings and beginnings will be a constant.


It is so assuring to know that in God's constant sight without the restriction of time-the beginnings and the endings are all one constant road....and He knows the way!

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