Endings and beginnings.

Today was the beginning of endings. The ending of a dear, loved one's physical existance on earth and the beginning for our son's right knee. We learned early this morning that Joe had slipped away, his body losing the battle with the vicious disease, cancer. I received the phone call as my son and I were enroute to his doctor's appt. Saddness. Relief. Loved ones feeling alone and lonely. In the midst of the hurt, there was great news. Our son's right knee has healed blessedly. His physical therapy is over. He can start running again. What a wonderful thing! What a great gift! As I sat in the chair and felt relief flow through my mother-veins, I thought about the irony in this moment. One's legs no longer run on this earth. His time came to an early stop. His race unexpectedly ended. Now, our son can start again. Surgery. Hard work-outs to rehab his knee. Now....thankfulness. I am so humbled from this experience. Death. Life. Today was the end of walking on this earth, for our Joe. We are resolved. Today was the beginning, for our son. Thank you God for ALL our circumstances. They make us what we are to become. Followers of You. Running after you, chasing your goodness and mercy with a fresh, new knee.