For the past two weeks, our house has been fighting sickness. Last week I had strep throat/sinus infection. Friday Naia stayed home with a stomach bug. Thankfully it didn't stick around too long. Nona came up for games Saturday and Naia cheered with her squad. Now poor Naia is fighting some kind of cold. She's been coughing for a couple of days and today came home from school with fever.
We're also dealing with sickness within our church. A beloved member passed away last night after a very short battle with cancer. The reality hasn't sunken in yet that he's gone. I'm sure tomorrow night at visitation, it will hit. Another member is also losing a battle to cancer that he's been fighting for over a year. And yet another has just begun her battle with lukemia. It all just seems surreal that in our small church so many are battling this disease.
As I think of these things, Ecclesiastes comes to mind. There is a time for everything. A time to live and a time to die. A time to stand still and a time to move. A time to be dormant and a time to grow. I may not understand the Lord's ways, but I do know that His purpose will be revealed in His time.