To Everything there is a Season...

I have noticed a tinge of sadness in the eyes of many of my co-workers this week. The pressures of work, of home, of health problems, of money problems, the list goes on. I tried all week not to think of the sadness of the shootings at Virgina Tech. I blinded myself from the media frenzy surrounding it and just tried to send prayers to the people affected including the family of the man who perpetrated this monstrous deed. I tried to blanket myself from it and sadness found it's way into my world anyway, I met a 14 year old girl with terminal cancer, my dear friends daughter in law is in the hospital delivering a still born in her 7th month. Where is the sense in all of it?
I read Wacko Liberal this week and see that this feeling is apparantly as catchy as a virus. But I don't believe there is a vaccine, it is really just part of the human condition and I suppose the point is to teach us. Without the balance of bad can we understand the joy of good?
I have had struggles in my life and I have found my ways of coping. Some healthy, some probably not. Am I a happy person? For the most part but sometimes it gets to me, this craziness ,this feeling of despair. All I can say to those of you with this sickness in your hearts right now is that I have found truth in the simple sayings that have stuck with us through out history; To Everything there is a Season: be reminded that a season of bad will change into a season of good, it is simply the law of the universe. This Too Shall Pass; and it does, but when it does it will leave it's mark as readily as a scar from a wound. We are never the same, sometimes we are better for it, sometimes not.
Our season will come.