SUNDAY SONG

Ecclesiastes 3:1-15
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.

What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end. I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live. That everyone may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all his toil—this is the gift of God. I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that men will revere him.

Whatever is has already been, and what will be has been before; and God will call the past to account.

In the verses above, it states that there are times, or seasons, in our lives when we experience different things (sometimes more than one at a time).

This past week, I found myself experiencing the season of mourning. A colleague of mine for over a decade, passed away in amost tragic manner. I know I will never understand why, even though to try to understand I’ve developed credible reasons.

However, I tried to take a lesson away from this week. The person that passed was important to so many people–not because of title or prestige, but because of how others were made to feel valued by my colleague.

This week has taught me to not hold my feelings of love for others so close to me that I don’t share them. This week has taught me to show people they are valued by me, not just know it in an intellectual sense, not to be communicated, but to be expressed fully and honestly. This week has taught me how show love and to grieve openly. This week I felt something in me change.

From sorrow can come good. I’d pay anything I could to have my co-worker back, as our lives and the lives of his family and those that he was an impact on will never be the same.

We can, however, walk forward as different people, living life to the fullest, loving hard, and giving unconditionally.

It is time for me to love and dance. 🙂

“Turn, Turn, Turn”–The Byrds

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