A Time for Everything
1There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
2a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
6a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
9What does the worker gain from his toil? 10I have seen the burden God has laid on men. 11He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 12I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. 13That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God. 14I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that men will revere him.NIV via Bible.cc
The words never seemed truer to me. Truer may not even be the word - perhaps dear. I hold them in my heart as I wonder at life, it's brevity and the perpetual change of seasons.
I believe that everyone has their time and when it's up, it's up. I don't know the details of why and how God chooses, but it brought me comfort as we said goodbye to Harry. As I grieved with Mr. Palindrome's grandmother (Harry's mother), I asked her if she believed that too and she shared with me the Jewish belief of the three books being opened at Rosh Hashanah. If your name is not written, it's your time. Of course, I've been thinking of this especially during the past few days as the New Year approached.
We're in the mountains now and the trees turned overnight, so it seemed. This is my favorite season of all and this year, I don't even remember September happening. I didn't start a fall semester. San Francisco is enjoying it's "summer." I really miss autumn. I really miss Harry.
This week's collection is a tribute to the seasons. I want to leave you with one of my favorite songs by Nicole Nordeman. It's hopeful, yet it also makes me tear up a bit.
Magical World Knitting - Hand Embroidered Tapestries
Bailey Doesn't Bark - Four Seasons Spoon Set
Mulberry Creek - Vinyl Wall Decal
Bailey Doesn't Bark - Four Seasons Candle