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Week 49: Time – A Season for Everything

I woke up another year older today. Crazy how time has its strange affect on us. I’m not saying that I’m looking ahead with dread on my future, but rather with hope. 2012 will be a big year for myself and many of my friends.

We’re all in the midst of growth and change; adventure and challenge. And it’s about to get bigger, better, broader, and more unfathomable than we’ve already begun to imagine. I believe that God will be doing great things in Minneapolis; all for the greater good of His Kingdom and His glory…not our own.

I was combing through some items I wrote a while back and came across the following. It fits quite nicely with how I’m feeling/what I’m facing this week.

Time. Why is it that there seems to be a sudden change, a shift rather, in the time one knew as a child to that which we see as adults? I can remember when I was a little girl, I had all the time in the world. Although the lives of my dolls lasted only a few weeks, if not days, before they too moved on to a place I called Barbie heaven, my days seem to last forever — full of freedom and no responsibilities.

As I got older, time sped up with each passing year. Then came high school. Gone were the days of boundless freedom and my carefree attitude. More responsibility was laid at my feet — a part-time job along with the family business — sporting events — concerts and drama productions — practices and such. Senior year brought with it college visits, ACTs, applications and prep. I was going to be an adult…

College flew by – there are still days that I wish I was still there. Four and half years of my life dedicated to post-secondary education. Time had been equally shared between homework, CRU, work, friends and classes…not to mention the occasional sporting event. As graduation approached, I found myself earnestly searching for a job…a full time job with benefits. I also found myself planning a moving trip…just 50 miles south of where I had gone to college.

Now, I find myself in the real world. I hold a lead agent position with a great company. Days run together so often, I find myself forgetting when a certain event/issue happened. By the time Friday rolls around, Monday seems as though it occurred eons ago. What is with that?

It’s amazing at how fast time seems to slip on by…and I have to force myself to stop just to catch my breath. Time…seamless and sometimes, seemingly endless. Adults complain that they don’t have enough of it and the young and elderly abound with it. I’m beginning to understand the first part of that last sentence…eight hours in a day are not enough to get all of my work done at times. A recent event my life brought that to a halt.

Time. We’re only promised what God’s plan entails for each human being before we’re called home — that is, for those of us who chose to believe and follow Him. I recently lost a loved one to a long battle with cancer and am reminded at what little time we and hat we are not promised tomorrow. We’re only promised this moment….now. I refuse to fall trap to the day-to-day living that I see in the lives of those around me. I’m called to rise above it…I only pray that God will guide me as I step forward on that note. It is also with a farewell (for now) that I leave you with a poem, written by the hand of God.

Ecclesiastes 3
A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
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,
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.
What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He 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. I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God. I 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.
Whatever is has already been,
and what will be has been before;
and God will call the past to account.
And I saw something else under the sun:
In the place of judgment—wickedness was there,
in the place of justice—wickedness was there.
I thought in my heart,
“God will bring to judgment
both the righteous and the wicked,
for there will be a time for every activity,
a time for every deed.”
I also thought, “As for men, God tests them so that they may see that they are like the animals. Man’s fate is like that of the animals; the same fate awaits them both: As one dies, so dies the other. All have the same breath; man has no advantage over the animal. Everything is meaningless. All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return. Who knows if the spirit of man rises upward and if the spirit of the animal goes down into the earth?”

So I saw that there is nothing better for a man than to enjoy his work, because that is his lot. For who can bring him to see what will happen after him?

Week 24: Fall: The Season of Seasons

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn, a mosaic of them all. ~ Stanley Horowitz

Fall.

Crisp autumn air.

Leaves changing from ever green to blood reds, blazing oranges, golden yellows and corduroy-slack brown.

A season for change.

My favorite.

The sweaters and hoodies breaking out.

Boots join the fashion scene.

Classes start up again for many people. Gone are the days of freshly sharpened number two pencils thanks to the arrival of the mechanical ones. I do not miss pencil shavings.

Hot chocolate, apple cider and coffee (for some) reappear, as well as the company that usually goes with them.

Feeling like a kid again.

And, did I mention the décor that gets pulled from storage at both my parents’ and my own home? I’m smiling just thinking about it. Ah…

It’s also my favorite time of the year; a time that stretches from September 1st all the way through the New Year. Yes, I know…fall ends on December 21, but note that I said time of year, not favorite season (even though that statement itself would also be correct). Fall just happens to land in the midst of that block of time and I do love the colors.

The quote above is so true. Winter sketches out the painting. Spring brings watercolors and summer, the oils. And fall…well…it is truly a mosaic. Everything meshes into one and fire burns through it all. B-E-A-U-tiful!

I remember raking leaves as a kid. It was easy to get the world’s largest pile (at least according to my short stature at the age of six) when we had more than six acres of what used to be a lush lawn in our backyard. I would then proceed to make a mess of it all by jumping into that very same pile…multiple times. I still do in my twenties. I wouldn’t be fully living if I didn’t toss in a little bit of fun now and then.

Have you taken the time to feel like a kid again?