Solomon in all of his wisdom reminds in Ecclesiastes that 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 ….
and a time to …”
Many consider the book to be depressing, especially as it repeats a heavy phrase:
“This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.” (Ecclesiastes 4:4)
For me, however, Solomon’s words don’t render me defeated. Instead, they give me hope in 2 ways:
- There is a time for everything. Just not all at once.
One of my dear friends has reminded me of this multiple times (thanks, Judy!). I wish I could say she repeated it because she forgot that she’d told me before and not because I’m a stubborn soul who thought, “most people can’t make time for everything in one season but watch me. I have this uncanny knack for juggling all kinds of things.” It takes a while to get stuff through this head of mine, especially the things that cause me to slow down or (gulp!) hit the pause button on some of the things I never thought I could go a day or a week without.
Oh, I see my words and they reek of addiction and idolatry even though they were the very things that I felt God called me to. They were the things He called me to during that season.
2. Seasons change.
I never imagined being back in the States at this point in my life or the storms I’d weather. Nor could I have guessed that I’d find myself with such overflowing joy.
In the middle of our Colorado winters, I don’t wish the flowers would burst forth again. I know it’d simply kill them early and prevent the beautiful display they’d bring in the spring and summer. Dare I steal a phrase and say that’d be meaningless? A chasing after the wind? The winter simply is winter, that make-some-more-hot-cocoa time that comes before the trees show off their gorgeous blooms.
I’m slowly unraveling this wisdom in my life. At first I missed some of the “flowers” of my earlier seasons, yet with time, I stopped missing them altogether.
And then freaked out, scared that not noticing their absence meant they were gone forever.
Yet as certain seasons appear to be back in bloom in my life, I’m reminded of the very truth I learned way back in kindergarten. There are four seasons. Some things happen in one, while other things appear to be dead.
So to the person who is weary from trying to do it all and finds herself getting further and further behind, take it from this girl who is 1/8 of a second ahead of you.
Some of the things might need to wait. Yes, really. It’s okay. It doesn’t mean we’re bad people or even that we’re shirking the things God placed deep within us (unless its feeding your kids. That one isn’t seasonal and is more like a minute-to-minute thing, at least in my house!).
And if there is anyone other than myself who had to surrender to the seasons, begrudgingly setting aside the thing that we didn’t think possible to set down because there were just too many other things that had be attended to, let’s take a few laps in the deeps of grace-grace for ourselves, that is. I don’t know about you, but I’ve been quite hard on myself as I’ve expected things of me that I’d never dream of thinking others should accomplish.
I thought the daffodils of my life should have been in full bloom during the winter blizzards.
Foolishness. Chasing after the wind.
As I celebrate the green stalks that push their way through the tough soil in my backyard and prepare to unfurl petals of golds, pinks and purples, I remind myself:
“There is a season for everything.”
And then, only by the sweet grace of God, I’ll revel in the season He has placed me in right now.
Come join me.