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 for war and a time for peace.
Time. There never seems to be enough.
Everyday the Lord gives us 24 hours to do what we need to do; what He has called us to do. Every purpose has a season. Life is constantly in a state of flux. Children are born, learn to walk, go to school, graduate, get married and the cycle begins again.
Seasons of life pass like water down a rushing river. It seems like yesterday, I was holding my firstborn, gazing upon the wonder of this precious, miraculous life. Now, she is a freshman in college. Our tiny triplets are juniors in high school, thinking about college and next steps to adulthood.
My parents grew old when I wasn’t looking. All of the sudden, there are health concerns, medical directives, and unspoken contemplations about the “what if…”
There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven….
A reminder that nothing on this earth lasts forever. Everything has a season. A beginning and an end. Childhood ends. Youth slowly transitions into mid-life. Suddenly, without warning, we have become our parents…then, our grandparents.
My parents and both sets of my grandparents have passed on legacies. Legacies of faith and faithfulness. Long-lasting marriages. Hard work and grit that provided for their families. Was it always sunshine and roses? No. Some of the time there was exhaustion and conflict. But they persevered through the difficult times. They did the best they could with the time they had. They lived life well.
A time to be born and a time to die….
In between birth and death, there is life.
I’ve been thinking about “a life well lived” as I reflect back on my own life.
Between my birth and my death, what kind of life do I want to live? Do I want to live a life to the fullest? Do I want to fill the in-between with fulfilling God’s purpose? Do I want to have a life well lived? YES, I DO!
The 24 hours that we are given everyday is enough.
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them…
Maybe we need to take a few things off of our over-full plates.
Maybe we need to start something that we have been putting off out of fear.
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing…
Maybe we need to mend a rift in a relationship.
Maybe we need to end or release a relationship.
a time to search and a time to give up…
Maybe we need to look for the good in life and stop pursuing toxic people
a time to keep and a time to throw away…
Maybe it’s time to cling to what is not tangible: love, peace, joy…
Maybe we need to stop looking for empty happiness in things.
Things that we cannot take with us when life is over.
a time to tear and a time to mend…
Maybe we need to tear down walls that keep us isolated
Maybe we need to allow the Lord to mend a broken heart.
a time to be silent and a time to speak…
Maybe we need to learn that fewer words are best in conflict
Maybe we need to speak up for the defenseless and speak against evil
a time for war and a time for peace
Maybe it’s time that we go to war on our knees in prayer.
Maybe it’s time to make peace within the body of Christ.
24 hours is enough to live the life that I have been called to.
You have the same 24 hours. What are you going to do with them?