A Time For Everything.
I’ve been reading Ecclesiastes (Man is that a mouth full) this week. Now, Ecclesiastes is not my favorite book of the bible but one part I really love, is chapter 3 verse 1-8.
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.
Sometimes I find this section sad because to me it symbolizes giving things up. There is a time for friendships to. A time for light school. A time for being part of organizations. A time for waiting.
Ask anyone in my family, they will all tell you I’m about number one on the list of people who hates giving up on something I really loved. But when I get sad about what I’m giving up, I always thing of the other half.
There’s a time for new friendships. A time for adventure. A time of graduation. A time for EVERYTHING.