"A Time For Every Purpose Under Heaven"

My friend and hero Kirsten has come to a special time and purpose. She has written about it here and she breaks my heart with her courage.

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.

It is a time to pray, to say "goodbye," to wish a pilgrim well on her journey, to seek to comfort Andee, and to pray some more. This is not the victory of death, this is the calm implacable refusal to be defeated by a woman of great beauty and courage. Through the tears we may dance as her pain comes to an end and her final victory is realized.

Amen!