May is a month of new beginnings.
Fresh blooms, baby animals and new life abound throughout nature. In many places the spring sunshine is beginning to replace drizzly spring showers.
Celebrations fill our homes from May Day to Memorial Day.
In my family, it is a month saturated with many birthday festivities as well as anniversaries, graduations, and weekend traditions.
It is a joyous and exciting time of year for many families, including mine.
As I approach May each year with thankfulness and gladness in my heart I must give pause and acknowledge the reality of the difficulty of this month for so many in my life.
Mother’s Day brings many emotions to women at all stages of life and loss. For those who have ever passed this day in remembrance, in longing or in grief; my heart aches.
Fourteen years ago a tragic school shooting rocked the community I grew up in. We grieved and as a greater community experienced a new understanding of tragedy. Many families were changed forever that day. As they approach the month of May each year there is a pain that I cannot begin to conceive.
Vast numbers of men and women have served our country in all branches of military service throughout history. As we honor and remember them at the end of May we recognize their courage as well as the sacrifices of their families and loved ones.
May marks another year since the tragic loss of a dear friend to suicide. The emotional turmoil that churns after so many years forces me to pause and to remember and to acknowledge.
It was in this month 4 years ago that my marriage began to crumble down around me in ways that I could never have imagined. Perseverance, forgiveness, and ultimately God’s faithfulness have since restored my marriage beyond recognition. But May is still a reminder of our struggles and our humanity as a couple.
Difficult times come and go. They remain as memories, as painful scars, and as pieces of our stories. Difficulties mold us and shape us into who we are just as much as the victories and celebrations do.
As I enter into a season of gladness and of praise, a season of new life and of new experiences I will celebrate in joy and I will praise the Lord.
I will also remember.
I will reflect on the tragedies that have touched my life. I will wade through the emotions that I still carry from past experiences. I will send a card to a woman I know simply saying, “Thinking of you.” I will rejoice in the Lord’s goodness and glory through the celebrations and through the sadness.
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens.
A time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot.
A time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build.
A time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing.
A time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Emily lives in Salt Lake City with her husband Jeremy and their 3 wild and crazy kiddos! She loves reading, running, baking yummy treats for her family, her early morning yoga, walking to the library and all things creative and crafty. She especially enjoys exploring nature with her children and learning side by side with them. You’ll find her chatting about all aspects of life at her blog, Industrious Emily* and also sharing her crafty side through the blog, Life at the Table.