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A time for everything


A Time for Everything-Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NIV)
 1 There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:
As we walk through this life what are we looking for? Acceptance? Completion? Other human beings will always fail us, always hurt us, and always let us down, but there is One who won’t.
 2 a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot,
We always are congratulating, excited, and in awe when someone gives birth…as the child grows older most lose their fascination with that child and what is cute. Why is that? Those children become jaded because of us. A child has an insurmountable amount of faith when they are young…we end up squeezing it out of them as a society. A time to die. It is so hard to deal with death of a loved one, whether family or friends, it is so hard to say goodbye. As days go on I stop, much more than I ever use to, and look around me. Amazed at what God has created, and saddened by the signs that satan still roams this life.
 3 a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build,
A time to kill is a hard thought. It is not our job to exact God’s revenge, but it is so hard not to want to see justice served when innocent kids are utterly destroyed by another “humans” actions. A time to heal is an ongoing process. We spend much of the rest of our lives trying to heal from things that have occurred throughout our lives. If more of us used that healing to tear down the walls around us, and build each other up…. how would that look?
 4 a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,
I need to spend more time laughing. I get so wrapped up in the bad that I completely miss the good. Things come, things go. The only constant that I have is my faith, and no one can take that from me.
 5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
 6 a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away,
I searched for years for one answer…why did my childhood happen? The answer will never come completely, and I am okay with that now. I survived. That is enough for me, and it is now my job to show others they can too.
 7 a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak,
 8 a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
Life is hard. You never know whats going to happen day to day. Stop and look around you, and understand you have no idea what the person next to you is going through. There is so much in this life that is horrible. I don’t post stories to depress people. I post stories because this is truth. This is life. It is happening whether you close your eyes to it or not. I post them for others to get angry, to push to action, to do something instead of complaining about nothing changing! 

God has brought me to another fork in the road recently. I have to trust in Him that I will make a wise decision. I don’t doubt what is happening is for the best, but I would lie if I said I wasn’t apprehensive. I have to shut the world out long enough to hear His voice. Nothing in this life has ever been a constant for me except for Him. I must not forget that.
Take a moment and be thankful for what you have, and what you have to offer. You may not think it is a lot, but ask another’s opinion of that…you might be surprised.
I am very blessed to each and all of you. You give me purpose. I am forever grateful for that.

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