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.
Growing up on the west coast of Canada doesn’t particularly afford the luxurious rainbow of nature that we call Autumn. Elizabeth Lawrence says “Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn” in British Columbia leaves don’t turn, they don’t fall silently to the ground only to be noisely crunched on by children in new school shoes jumping playfully on their way to school. The leaves in BC go from green to mush. Mush is a colour in BC. It falls somewhere between algae green and mud.
Autumn has definitely hit England. About a week ago I came home from holidays to find the leaves had already started to turn. People were wearing their peacoats and tights replaced the bare, albeit untanned legs of summer. Flip flops have been replaced by ballet slippers and although it’s not cold enough for a coat on the train, people are huddled at the bus stop hiding from the wind that raises up ever so often.
For many Autumn, more than the changing of a new year is a time where things change. Maybe because it’s traditionally the start of a new school year that subconsciously we think this is the time to make new plans, to set goals, etc.
I look back one year and think about how my life has changed dramatically (although that is an entirely different posting…which will come one day). I am so grateful that last September things did change. However what I am most grateful for is looking back and realising that I finally realised that for everything there is a season and it was at that moment where I gave it up to God and let Him.
I encourage you to take a moment, sit back and just Be still. What is bothering you? What are you struggling with letting go? Stop, go for a walk, maybe even jump in those crunchy leaves. Remember a time where all you relied on was your parents. Now rely on God. Let Him direct your next season.
It is often quoted and misquoted that faith is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it’s affect.
I love this scene from American Beauty…Sometimes I feel like the bag…just blowing in the wind. Then I remember that God is directing my movements and in those moments where I am unsure where I will next land I find peace in the wind.