Thursday, August 15, 2019

Feels Like Summer

Solomon's insight here is so pure. God just keeps me bringing me back:

For everything there is a season,
    a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born and a time to die.
    A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
    A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
    A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
    A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to search and a time to quit searching.
    A time to keep and a time to throw away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
    A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
    A time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

People come and go. Words go out and come back in, and if we're lucky, we listen.  Love hardens into indifference. The world, simultaneously changing and staying the same, is still under His orchestration, like He's saying, "It's all okay, it's all going to be okay."