Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
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.
These wise verses penned by Solomon are often referenced
by musicians, ministers, and philosophers. When I read them I'm reminded of
growing up in a farming community. I loved living in the country and especially
enjoyed hanging out on our neighbor's farm. I learned that a calf was born and
raised to provide meat for the family. My dad taught me to plant potato pieces,
then dig them up whole to eat for dinner. Old barns would be torn down and new
ones built. We'd cry over sadness and laugh around the kitchen table. There
were lots hugs, some dancing, and plenty of mending. Spring proved out as
planting time, in summer the fields grew produce, fall brought the harvest, and
winter allowed the ground to rest. There was a time for everything.
God knows the perfect timing for everything in our
lives. Too often for me to count, I've pushed ahead and tried to hurry life
along. When I rush ahead of God, my plans fall apart. I fail. I miss
opportunities. From Ecclesiastes 3, I'm reminded that God has an appointed season for everything. Praise God for his timing and may he help me wait on Him.
Are you waiting on something? Wanting to push
forward? Have you prayed and asked God to help you wait on his perfect timing?
While you wait, enjoy each day and seek the beauty in everyday things.
These wise verses penned by Solomon are often referenced
by musicians, ministers, and philosophers. When I read them I'm reminded of
growing up in a farming community. I loved living in the country and especially
enjoyed hanging out on our neighbor's farm. I learned that a calf was born and
raised to provide meat for the family. My dad taught me to plant potato pieces,
then dig them up whole to eat for dinner. Old barns would be torn down and new
ones built. We'd cry over sadness and laugh around the kitchen table. There
were lots hugs, some dancing, and plenty of mending. Spring proved out as
planting time, in summer the fields grew produce, fall brought the harvest, and
winter allowed the ground to rest. There was a time for everything.