Good morning…
I have texted with a dear friend whose husband was forced to retire this week due to worsening health concerns.
“My heart is heavy,” she wrote. “We finished moving him completely out of his office yesterday. 35 years as a lawyer, reduced to a few boxes piled in a closet in the home office we are getting set for him. Quite sad.”
“What a sobering sentence,” I texted back. “’35 years as a lawyer, reduced to a few boxes piled in a closet in the home office we are getting set for him.’ It is quite sad, so very sad.”
No retirement dinner. No celebration full of joy and accomplishment. Just a few boxes piled in a makeshift home office. I emailed my friend a song that sums up the quiet ending of a successful career cut short.
Yes, there’s a right time and way for everything, even though, unfortunately, we miss it for the most part. It’s true that no one knows what’s going to happen, or when. Who’s around to tell us?
No one can control the wind or lock it in a box.
No one has any say-so regarding the day of death.
No one can stop a battle in its tracks.
No one who does evil can be saved by evil.
All this I observed as I tried my best to understand all that’s going on in this world (Ecclesiastes 8:6-9a, MSG).
…Sue…
