A TIME FOR EVERYTHING
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
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,
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.
The time of its birth cannot be, until now, determined. It just sprang up and then it had to die. The time came for it to have to be uprooted. It had to be killed so healing would come. One would have to be torn down so something new, something better could be built.
There was weeping but there was always laughter to look forward to.
There was mourning but there was always joyous dancing to hope for.
I have embraced it too hard, but it caused me too much sorrow. Now is the time to refrain, to end the search, and to give up everything – the desires, the hopes, the dreams. It is time to throw it all away, to tear it all down so my Maker could pick up the pieces and begin to mend whatever was laid into ruins.
And then there was silence…and peace would come soon…it would come…soon.
What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men.
In the end, I believe that this would become a totally beautiful experience and I would later feel very much honored to have embarked on a journey such as this.
Claiming God’s promises, I am confident that in the nearer future, I’d still be able to smile and say: “God has, indeed, made everything beautiful ih His time!”