My uncle recently passed away. I spent a lot of time at the hospital in the days leading up to it with family and as we left the hospital room when everything was over and walked down the hallway, I was reminded of how there truly is a season for everything.
Here we were walking down the hallway crying. We had just said goodbye to a loved one. But, as I watched other people going by with their day, I remembered that on that same day, even in the same moment when we were overcome by sadness and grief that there were still others that we in the same hospital that we welcoming new life and celebrating healing and wellness. Sadness and joy. Mourning and celebration. All happening simultaneously right before me.
And isn't this how life is? This dance that just keeps right on going between all these things. Sadness and joy, death and life, weeping and laughing, mourning and dancing. All of it. Together.