November 9 is an emotional day for me. On one hand I mourn the anniversary date of knowing I cannot have children, and on the other hand, I rejoice with my family in the birth of my great-nephew last year.
I love my great-nephew and am so happy that he is a part of our family and my life. However, I question God’s purpose of appointing this exact date for these two highly-emotional events. Forevermore November 9 is a day to celebrate. The family will sing, “Happy Birthday!” to a 1-year old soon while I mourn silently in my heart another year of a personal death.
There will always be a time to be born, and a time to die. Perhaps the birth of my great-nephew on this day in November is God’s way of putting his arm gently around me and saying, “Kristine, you have had many years to mourn your personal death, but remember, I promise new life.”
There’s a time to be born,
And a time to die.