The Rambling Thoughts of a Grieving Mother

I read this the other day… and it spoke to me so directly. Not that I know everything, because certainly I don’t… but this is how I have come to feel. I’ve learned so much, I’ve been through so much… I’ve seen too much.  I see things through completely different eyes now.  Everything has changed.  My whole worldview has changed.  I see now that I am not of this world.  Someday, Heaven will be my home.  I now see that it always has been.  Ecclesiastes is a great Biblical book. I’m telling you, sometimes ignorance is bliss, and as King Solomon said, “So I hated life, for the work which had been done under the sun was grievous to me; because everything is futility and striving after wind.” Perhaps this is just my grieving heart recognizing that although there is a smile on my face, things will never be the same. Not ever.

Ecclesiastes 1:13-18
And I set my mind to seek and explore by wisdom concerning all that has been done under heaven. It is a grievous task which God has given to the sons of men to be afflicted with.
I have seen all the works which have been done under the sun, and behold, all is vanity and striving after wind.
What is crooked cannot be straightened and what is lacking cannot be counted.
I said to myself, “Behold, I have magnified and increased wisdom more than all who were over Jerusalem before me, and my mind has observed a wealth of wisdom and knowledge.”
And as I set my mind to know wisdom and to know madness and folly, I realized that this also is striving after wind.
Because in much wisdom there is much grief, and increasing knowledge results in increasing pain.

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