Eight and a half year have gone by now. Time is something that can not be rushed but it can be wasted. Waiting on things to happen or change, to grow or be born all takes patience. Seek God and read his words. This to shall pass. We will be stronger and wiser. Most of all with closer to Him.

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 get, 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 of war, and a time of peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1‭-‬8

God Bless us all,

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