For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted (1,2);
I marvel at the me I was a day ago, a week ago, a month ago, a year ago. I marvel that she and I are an evolving creation, that there is a me ‘becoming’.
a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; (3-5);
In my moments of joy and my moments of despair, I am relieved at the freedom God grants me to take the space I need to be who I need to be.
a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away (6);
There is no shame in my tears, my anger, or in the times – Lord let them be few and far between – when I struggle to gather my breath for all the weight that bears on my shoulders.
a time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.(7-8)
There is balance for all these hard times and I treasure them as they come. Everything has its time.
Prayer: Gracious Lord, thank you for the whole spectrum – from the tears, the fears, the anger, the hurts, to the peace, the hopes, the joys, and the embraces. May we feel your presence in all times and all seasons. Amen
Deaconess Johnna Georgia, Waunakee, WI