I love this picture of the eggs! My friend Cindy gave me a plate of farm eggs last night at a BBQ, recalling the joy I would have at her fresh farm eggs left in Sunridge green room snack table. She also recalls the sadness I expressed when that gravy train stopped due to coyotes having her chickens for lunch.
For every beginning there first has to be an ending. The BBQ last night I spent with a few of my worship team friends from my former church was bittersweet and meaningful. The joy is that these relationships may be ending in one way but are also beginning in another as they pray with me about the next door God has for me and my family to walk through.
Bittersweet is a good word. In times of transition, we have to grieve that ending before we can be excited about the future. Actually, I think it is not so neatly packaged that way. Which is why bittersweet seems to be a good word right now.
How is your ending and beginning in your life’s current transition?