This week I've been thinking a lot about seasons for various reasons. First, there are the leaves drifting slowly to the ground and piling up under the trees. It is the natural season, a time of change, a season of purpose...
I thought about seasons of life, most especially of a woman's life, as Bess and Amie and my niece have just given, or are about to give birth. I am in a different season, a season when that possibility is at an end.
I thought about my daughters Lori and Amie and Bess and dear Virginia raising children from infant stage to pre-teen. I think of my small heartache for those hands on parenting days being well behind me now, two widely varying seasons of parenting.
I thought about my new grandbabies just starting life and my cousin who has been told the end of his own life is imminently near...Two very different seasons of life, a beginning and an end.
And then I thought of other seasons, some of which I've had reason to recall of late: the season of new love, and of falling out of love but waiting for love to bloom once more, the sorrow that came when love died and the joy when it sprang to life. The season of overwhelming tiredness and busyness when children are young and money is tight and the season of time when money is to be had but time itself is scarce. The season of blessings that come now and then, and the seasons of making every repair known to man. The seasons of health and illness. The season of struggling to find God and the season of learning to TRUST Him once found...It seemed to me that really life is just a series of seasons of all sorts being lived out all at once.
I realized at last, how deeply powerful Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 is:
1For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
2A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
3A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
4A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
5A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
6A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
7A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
8A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
It seemed silly to go on with my own thoughts when Solomon had already said it so well...