My devotional for today focused on Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. There is a time for everything. A time to live, die, laugh, weep, sing and dance. A time to scatter and gather….seasons. There is a cadence to these words. A rhythm . Perhaps it is the harmonies etched into the memory bank of my mind where I hear the exquisite harmony and perfect blend in song of these words set to music . A time to plant and uproot. A time to search and to give up.a time to be silent and to speak.
My eyes fill and my throat tightens unexpectedly as I again consider the words of this long ago scribe.
Lord, what season am I in? Did I miss the season of dance? Why do I wrestle with my emotions and how is it I have read this verse many times before and they were only words? What is different today? I am caught off guard.
I have questions of you God. I long for life to be the fantasy of one who has not yet been jaded by the reality of living in a fallen world. I see hurt, pain and struggle. I am sometimes angry and afraid and it is hard to trust. I know you are good God- I know I am weak and a mess.
I choose to fix my eyes on you and release my longing to understand the ebb and flow of the season and the days. I ask you Lord for grace to give this to you….. even for this moment.
a time for everything. a season.
Lord, that I would not remain a moment longer than you desire in any season.. even if I sometimes have to dance IN the darkness.
Ecclesiastes 3:1–8
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.
Mosaic 
Thank you Nancy. May the moments be the seasons you see and remain present in as long as is necessary. The beauty is that God is not limited to time. He is ever present to hold your hand whether you feel like you missed something or not. Ecclesiastes is one of my favorite books of the bible. The end of that book is stellar!
May your good seasons be long and the not so good ones brief.
Thanks Peter… for the words of blessing in return !