Everything on earth has its own time and its own season.
There is a time for birth and death,
planting and reaping, for killing and healing, destroying and building, for crying and laughing, weeping and dancing, for throwing stones and gathering stones, embracing and parting.
There is a time for finding and losing, keeping and giving, for tearing and sewing, listening and speaking. There is also a time for love and hate, for war and peace.              Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (CEV)
From Genesis 1:14 when God gave light to mark the seasons, Psalms, Jeremiah, and Paul, the concept of seasons has run like a thread through God’s Word. God created the seasons and I can see my life in seasons.
Solomon puts this thread as a gold nugget right here in this passage. He doesn’t explain time in minutes, hours, or days but in seasons. Do I think of my life in seasons?
I think the first time I thought about seasons and applying it to my life was when Leah Taylor spoke about the changes in her life after the birth of her first child. (Has it been 10 years?!) She said this was her time to sow seeds into the lives of her child and that this was the time (the season) in her life to focus on this call from God. I believe God was giving her a glimpse into how important it was for her to be faithful to this seasons as the long-term effects could be awesome – or not.
God knows what is coming in my life. His Spirit speaks to my spirit and shines light on opportunities to step in the path that will lead me safely through seasons, even those I have never walked before and those that are cloudy and painful. Such was my life when God nudged me to pay attention to my son, James. He was 16 and seemed to be moving on with his life after four years of battles and disruption by a disease called cancer. He was in high school, in band. I felt impressed to just be available to James. When he came in the room, I made eye contact. I left my office door open. I was there whenever he wanted to connect. I do not remember any profound conversation. I didn’t know that he would leave and go to heaven a year later. God did. And I am blessed with peace about that too short season.
Seasons may be incredibly joyous; they may be incredibly sad. In both seasons, time seems either too fast or much too long. It may be a season of quiet teaching where my ears and spirit are uniquely in tune with the Teacher. Listen. As Solomon says, there is a time for all seasons. I can learn in each one.
May my eyes and spirit be open to each season that You bring me to, Jesus. May I learn what You would teach me, Lord. I thank You, Jesus that You walk with me and hold my hand in all Your paths, in Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.
