To Everything There is a Season


Standing up for a friend and/or doing what is right can lead you down a path you didn’t expect to travel.

The author, a mutual friend, poured her heart out on the page to give the reader a glimpse of what she was feeling. When asked if I thought it was alright to remove part of a sentence in the piece…I said no. I tried to explain how important it is to leave the piece as it was written.

I felt a whirl-wind of emotions while making my way through the chain of events that happened after that meeting. After a series of emails…the piece was pulled from the program. The short list of emotions I was feeling included: disbelief, heartache, frustration, and love.

My disbelief was mixed with heartache and frustration as I tried to understand how some people could be so closed-minded that they will not listen to facts. By digging in her heals and not listening to me, she would throw away over a decade of friendship and collaboration. I also had a hard time understanding how another friend would turn into “Switzerland” so not to get involved.

I am thankful for the undercurrent of love that was flowing through me during this time. The love that gave me the strength to follow this path. Also the love for the author and for what she had written.

As God says in Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, for everything, which includes everyone, there is a season.

I am sad that what I have done for 11 years…seasons…has come to an abrupt end. I know that God will lead me and guide me through my next season.

THE HEALING BRICK
By: Julia Kovach

Nervously, I approach the Angel Statue thinking I’ll have to search for my son’s recently engraved and installed paving brick, but I look down and there it is, nestled in amongst all the other little angels, his name in print, for the entire world to see.

This sight provokes something unfamiliar in me; deep in my soul, in my very core. I kneel down and through my thin grey slacks I can feel the cold, hard, roughness of the bricks on my knees.

“My knees could bleed as I pay homage”, I think, as if atoning, “Let them, I would almost be grateful.”
I touch the words, ‘MICHAEL S. KOVACH, PRECIOUS SON’.

“Oh sweetie, look at you; you’re finally here.” I whisper.

Humbly, I bend down and kiss his name. Instantly I flash back to the hospital and he is in my arms again, and now I am not feeling the cold textured brick, but am kissing his face.

I open my eyes, tears streaming.

Like a cat coughing up an unmanageable hairball, thirty years of guilt, grief, and torment begin to rise, large and ugly, from deep within and catch in my throat.

I remember when I was pregnant with him and how I didn’t watch my diet and I didn’t reduce my stress and I didn’t get enough sleep. And I remember laboring, and how I screamed, “Don’t let me die!” but I didn’t scream for the life of my own son.

“Please forgive me.” I whisper.

I hear a guttural animal groan escape from inside me; as the words allow my agony to detach itself and release.

I was like a broken bone that had healed misaligned and needed to be re-broken so that it could be set right and mend properly.

Michael’s brick has been my one quick SNAP! I am now re-broken, re-set, and relieved.

I am deeply comforted and grateful, and finally healing well

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7 responses to “To Everything There is a Season

  1. Pingback: To Everything There is a Season « ppetroline

  2. Thank you so much, Patti. This is so sad. To everything there really IS a season….and sometimes a friendship will run its course, for whatever reason. It’s especially painful when it seems like it just doesn’t have to. Letting go……..and holding on – seems like we’re struggling to do one or the other in this life. You took a stand to support ME, and to support something you felt very strongly was the right thing. You are a woman of character and integrity, a brave person, and a truly wonderful friend. Thank you. And I’m sorry that you’ve been hurt too. xoxo Julia

    • And isn’t it ironic that something called, “The Healing Brick” could end up causing so much hurt? Be well…and blessings to you, my friend. xoxoJulia

    • The love I feel from what I’ve done here outweighs the hurt by far!
      :-*

      Everything happens for a reason. This chain of events has brought The Healing Brick to many, many hearts that needed to read it.

  3. I can’t imagine any part of this essay being distasteful to anyone. Julia, you are very fortunate to have a friend who stands by her convictions and who loves you so much that she is willing to do so. Pat, you are a marvelous woman. Not too many would sacrifice one friendship for another, but would merely mimic “Switzerland”. Congratulations and best wishes to both of you.

  4. Thank you, Kim. You understand . . . xoxo

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