What time is it? How would you label this season of your life?
When I was on staff at a large church one of the many aspects to my work was to interview people who had taken a “Spiritual Gifts” class to see their best fit for service in ministry. Spiritual gifts fascinate me and I was continually in awe of how the God of the universe would create such unique individuals each with a one-of-a kind mix of life experiences, gifts, talents and heart for serving others.
One of the questions I would ask had to do with how one approaches life in terms of either being spontaneous or rather structured – consistent and preferring routines. I would be the latter being a ‘creature of routine’ and having some form of equilibrium in the consistency of how I approach life. For those of you like me, change is probably especially against our grain. But I am reminded of this amazing section of Scripture and the profound truth in each statement:
For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under hearven.
A time to be born and a time to die,
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
Are you feeling a bit unsettled by some recent changes? There is a breath of fresh air in knowing that God designs our life with seasons and they are different – and that is o.k. We would always prefer the seasons of laughter and dancing to the times of crying and grieving, but they are all components of a healthy life. I believe that one can laugh with greater veracity and dance joyfully with all out abandonment having traveled through times of heart-rendering grief with tear-stained pillows. Knowing the depths of sorrow gives release to the times of happiness.
Recently I shared this portion of Scripture as we buried a friend. Hers was a long good life and she knew the Lord personally – there was peace about her eternal security. Yet, with the release of everyone we love there is that grief, albeit with hope, until we reach heaven ourselves. There the seasons will change. When we reach heaven there is something new in store:
Look, God’s home in now among His people. God Himself will be with them. He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there will be no more death or sorrow or crying or pain. All these things are gone forever.
This is a great hope to which we can look forward. Until then we learn to accept the seasons of change. Ultimately, as believers we can look forward to that eternal party, where the ebb and flow of seasons melt into rapturous times of joy. There is hope ahead for the one who has placed his or her faith in Christ.