A Season for Every Thing

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

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.


I am in the depths of despair and the heights of exultations. How is that possible? How have I found a season of rejoicing at what is conceivably the lowest point of my existence?

I’m not sure except that I am promised that there is a time and season for every thing in this world.

I was born and just as surely as that event took place, I will die. This means I have the opportunity to live in between those events. I have planted hopes and dreams and those have been plucked from me.

I feel that a part of me has been killed in the process. I am looking for my time to heal my physical, emotional and spiritual being. In that process, I am breaking down and hopefully building up.

I have wept and laughed. I am mourning that which I have lost and I hope to find the heart and joy to dance again.

I don’t want to cast stones but I’m willing to gather and build up. I have embraced joy and love and now find I refrain from embracing.

I have gotten and lost; I have kept and consider casting away.

My heart and spirit is torn and I want to have it bound up again. I have kept my silence and now I am speaking up for the first time in years. I have found my own voice at last.

I don’t want to hate or have war but I look forward with hope to a time to love and to obtain peace at last. I know peace exists; I just have to find it.

I know I will find it because to every thing there is a season. There will someday be a season of peace and rest for me. And that is my hope of my current season.