"Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night; and thus he would never know the rhythms that are at the heart of life."
Spring, no doubt is one of my favorite seasons....it's about life and rebirth and about hope.
summer would definitely be a strong second...as time is more carefree, and fun, and the days are longer.
That would be followed by Autumn (or fall), and my least favorite....old man winter (and I don't even live in a cold and snowy climate).
Each season has a beginning and an end, yet in no way can be rushed. Because they are marked by the moon and by the setting sun. And this timetable has remained unchanged for eternity. We can put our trust in that.
I. . . put my trust in that.
But, sometimes, well more like lately . . .
I've been having some difficulty with the timing of some of these personal seasons in life. I sometimes feel like God has maybe just forgotten.
Right now, I would really like to run ahead of His plan and implement my own, but this time of year like no other reminds me that if I try to get there in my own timing, I will most likely miss the harvest altogether. And I guess at the very least some lessons to take with me to the next season.
So, I went back to re- read some of Solomon's words...(Ecc 3:1-2) There is a time for everything, a season for every activity under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die.....(3-8) A time to plant and a time to harvest. A time to kill and a time to heal. A time to tear down and a time to rebuild. A time to cry and a time to laugh. A time to grieve and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones. A time to search and a time to lose. A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear and a time to mend. A time to be quiet and a time to speak up. A time to love and a time to hate. A time for war and a time for peace.
This time I think I got something else out of it. Maybe when He provides these cycles in our lives it's not really about just getting through to the other side as much as it is the work we need to do while we are there. That we need to be active participants, not by standers in waiting.
The seasons of time and of life are really no different as both are guided by His hand...and have been for eternity. Both not only signify change but without either maybe there would be no way to appreciate where we are, where we have been and the changes that take place within us along the way.
And can I put trust in the seasons of time without putting trust in the other?
I just need to remind myself of this over and over again that His timing not mine is important. To be reminded that I'm not in control and to be patient so that I may know and understand better the rhythms that make up the heart of life. Some rhythms, seasons, easier to dance to than others, but grateful to be dancing none the less.
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