There is a time for everything,

and a season for every activity under heaven…

Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NIV)

We head out tomorrow for Southern California to spend the week with my dad. All the family, young and old alike, are looking forward to sharing this special time of celebration of his 85th birthday. The kids will spend the weekend camped out all over his house. (We are staying with a neighbor and have a real bed!) Dinner is planned at his favorite restaurant on Saturday night and Allie has her mom making the birthday cake. And yes, there is a time for everything because the other task for the week is to help him move into assisted living. Eight months of living alone, unable to drive due to poor vision, dependent on so many for even the smallest things, has left him feeling like he was under house arrest. It is time to move…and he is excited about it. As the generation in the middle – sometimes called the sandwich generation – I have had to learn about things I never knew I needed to know. I get calls from him for help and sometimes the calls come from my children. However, God has been gracious to give me a window of stability in my life so that I can be available to my family. I am so thankful that He is there walking with me along this uncharted path because this is a season for change…for all of us.