There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
And
a time to take a walk and see the beauty of spring.
As we wait out the COVID-19 virus, Tim and I and
many people I know have made walking outside part of their daily activity.
We've trekked around the high school track. Hiked
on a trail in the woods and ambled around the neighborhood. I'm happy to report
we've witnessed spring's arrival. Regardless of our circumstances, the
frustration that eats at us, missing our families, friends, and church, or not working—the tulips peek
out with a flourish of color, the bright yellow daffodils wave in the breeze, trees
show off their blossoms, robins twitter and tweet, and the sun bursts through
the clouds.
This morning in my quiet time, I read a verse in
Psalm 43, "Send forth your light and your truth, let them guide me; let
them bring me to your holy mountain, to the place where you dwell." As I
read, sunlight spread across my Bible and highlighted the words. Goose bumps raised on my arms. I bowed my head and prayed God
would lead me to that mountain where he rests.
His light gives hope in this time of despair. Ecclesiastes
tells us there is a season for everything. Good and bad. Regardless of which
moment we're in, God remains the same. His light and truth guide us. He offers
hope for a hurting world. In him we find peace.
In this season of difficulty, have you prepared
your heart? Jesus loves you. He offers peace and hope through forgiveness and
grace. Let his light and truth guide your heart.