A Time for Every Season

How have you been doing? Wherever you’re reading from, I hope you are safe, healthy, and at peace. During this time of unrest and uncertainty, it can be so easy to fall into feelings of doubt and depression.

Negativity on social media has been overwhelming, my temper at home is being stretch thin, and we’re all feeling some of the pressure. So as I’m looking inward to deal with some of these feelings, I wanted to share a few things I noticed today while in the garden.

It’s currently April 24th. The official spring season started several weeks ago.

But until I walked outside and noticed all the spring flowers and the wildlife awakening, it hasn’t truly felt like it.

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I was reminded of a popular verse in the Old Testament:

 “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.”

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

This is just a season. It has it’s time and a purpose just like everything does under the sun. We might not understand what’s going on but with faith, prayer, and patience the Lord will always bring about a new season.

Poetry

I’ve been reading from, “A Family of Poems: My Favorite Poetry for Children” by Caroline Kennedy. We’re reading through the springtime poems and today’s poems included that verse from Ecclesiastes and also one on April rain. The more I read through it, the more calming the words become.

April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you.

Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.

Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.

The rain makes running pools in the gutter.

The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night –

And I love the rain.

Langston Hughes

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