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 to love and a time to hate,
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 we are having discussion about what she might want to study in college.
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.
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” since last week. I attended the funeral of a long time friend. Only 49 years old. He left behind a wife of 23 years, 3 children, and a legacy of love and integrity.
Steve lived life well. He loved the Lord and showed it in all he did. His family, his job as a teacher, his marriage, his church and his friends are all testaments to a life well lived. Person after person gave testimony to the life of this wonderful man. 1200+ people came to honor Steve and his legacy.
So, 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.
Maybe we need to stop looking for empty happiness.
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?