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.
What do workers gain from their toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-11
I tend to rush through the weeping, the mourning, the tearing of life to get to the laughter, the dancing and the mending. But there’s a time for everything. Transitions can feel slow and painful, but God’s been reminding me lately that he simply does not operate on the linear timeline that I do. He’s not in a rush like I am. And he’s not worried about the things that I worry about. He has it under control. And can make anything beautiful. So much more beautiful than I can fathom.
Soaking in the Son 