How does a gal put onto page just how a heart transforms during seasonal changes? I have been sitting on this post and these verses for many weeks now and I can't quite seem to gather all my heart is hearing from this view. When winter winds begin to blow warm and the blooming from recent rains have made a new something emerge beautifully from the rich ground? When time keeps changing and the scenery around us never stays one way or another for too long? So many seasons in this life, yet not one defines me more then another...or maybe one does?
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which 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 get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, 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 of war, and a time of peace.
There is truth in the seasons. Truth that tells a story to our heart of grace...and love...and joy. And sometimes pain. Truth speaks louder then anything. But sometimes we are too noisy to hear it. But over and over, I sense this need to keep giving and keep taking. Give outwardly and give to myself...time and patience and love and grace. And to take in the same way...from others...from myself.
The give and take way of life leads me through so many seasons of birth, death, healing, war, the dancing and the mourning...the keeping and the saying goodbye. And in each season I somehow want to keep my arms open to accept that moment's bread of life. When it feels beautiful to hold my new baby in my arms or open that unanimous check that came to us in the mail or hear a friend's voice on the other side when you've had a hard day. A really hard day. And also when it feels terrible...when you watch your friend's say goodbye to baby boys and your neighbor loses her mate of 50 some years and you don't know how to reach out to your child or you find yourself in a hole of sadness that you just can't climb out of or you watch life leave your body before it ever laid in your arms. Take it...eat it...let each piece feed your soul.
My days are filled with all of these things. They blend together and each new morning is another gift to give and take away. In all the times He presents us with I know his truth is on the surface and my eyes are fixed on Him... the ultimate giver and taker of all things. Blessed is He. Blessed are those that let Him feed their soul... this time and the next.