Yesterday my husband and I were commenting on how quickly the year was flying by. As we awoke today, it seems as though summer has heard our conversation and migrated North for the winter. In it’s place, Autumn has arrived with a chill that has me reaching for extra blankets and a slight unhappiness creeping into my heart at the thought of the cold winter days ahead.
For the longest time as I was growing up, this was my favorite passage:
Ecclesiastes 3 vs 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.”
I would come to God with my prayer requests, and in response He would reassure me with His Word. It did not matter what my teenage heart was crying out for, this passage seemed to hold a promise for each of my heart’s desire and I would read and be comforted that God held my future in His Hands.
There comes such a comfort from knowing that He has ordained every day. There comes a comfort from knowing that He has planned the seasons of my life before one of them came to be.
The greatest comfort comes when I remember that He is God and not me, and I can leave the big decisions in His Hands. I pray daily that He will show me the seasons He has planned for my life, that I will seek His Will for my life and that I will make time for His activities and not chase after my own selfish pursuits.
“Yet not my will, but yours be done.”