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Sunday, May 15, 2011

Summertime.

Today at church we talked about time.
It's one thing to be able to tell time. 
It's another thing to be able to tell what time it is.

Fall.

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;
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 cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
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.
Eccl. 3:1-8
Winter

Not everything all at one time.
You can't kill and heal at the same time.
You can't be born and die at the same time.
Everything in it's time.
How do you know what time it is for you?


Spring.

Mike said every season has it's purpose.
Spring is for new, fresh growth. It's the beginning. It's for starting over.
Summer is for work, and sweat. It's a time for action and hanging in there.
Fall is for the harvest. It's for celebrating good work.
Winter is for things to die. It's for things to rest. It's for things to be still.


Summer.

This is my summertime.
Right now I'm working and sweating.
Sometimes it doesn't feel like there will be a payday.
But I know I need to be in work mode.
Hanging out and wasting time makes me crazy.
I have stuff to do and there is going to be a time to celebrate and relax eventually.

Doing work.

For everything there is a season.
Summertime.

1 comment:

lydia. said...

this is one of my most favorite posts.