Turn, turn, turn

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

There is a time to write and a time to pray. Sometimes they interlock, but not today.
It is the time to focus on a beautiful girl who needs to come home.
Who needs to know how much she is loved.
So, this is all I leave you with, Day 28.
(edited/...and found)


 pray and pray and pray