The number 13

You ever get in one of those funks that you just can't seem to get out of no matter what you do?  Yea- well this is me right now.  Luckily it's only been 2 weeks but I sure hope it doesn't take me the rest of the quarter to get out of it.  

You might be wondering what that has to do with the number 13. I think writing this down might help me get out of this funk, so here goes...

For as long as I can remember, 13 is a symbolic number in my family.  So many things happen on the 13th.  I was born on the 13th, my youngest sister was born on the 13th, my grandparents moved to Florida on the 13th, to lot number 13, the Luke Bryan concert I was going to attend was on the 13th (duh this is totally significant! :)) among many other things.  My grandfather also passed away on the 13th - and the 13 year anniversary of his death will be March 13 this year.  Exactly 1 month before the 13 year anniversary of my grandfathers entry to heaven - my family and I buried my Uncle/Godfather , my grandfathers son, and sent him to eternal rest. 

 For the past 2 weeks, I keep asking myself, why? Why do good people get taken from us too soon.  Why does this have to happen to my family - a good loving family who tries to do as much good as we can? Why?

 But then, I remember the number 13 - and oddly - I find comfort in that.  Because, for us, 13 isn't a bad number, and it isn't unlucky.  It's a symbol of happiness, new adventures, and love.   And even though my grandfather and uncle passed into eternal rest on the 13th - I know it was because they were no longer needed here on this Earth, but needed by the hands of God to help pour out the rain- and they left us on the 13th so that we could find comfort in their new journey.  Today I am thankful for the number 13.

Thanks for reading! I have so many teaching ideas to share with you and hopefully getting this off my chest will help me get my behind moving!