This morning, I am mostly thinking about seasons.
Many seasons in life come and go.
Seasons bring and seasons take away.
Sping brings new growth and takes away the sharp chill of Winter.
Sping brings new growth and takes away the sharp chill of Winter.
I feel I am in a new season, but I dont recognise which.
I need to sit at Gods feet and wait for him to speak.
To tell me what has to leave in this season and what fresh things will grow.
Everything has its place.
Ecclesiastes 3
A Time for Everything
1 For everything there is a season,
a time for every activity under heaven.
2 A time to be born and a time to die.
A time to plant and a time to harvest.
3 A time to kill and a time to heal.
A time to tear down and a time to build up.
4 A time to cry and a time to laugh.
A time to grieve and a time to dance.
5 A time to scatter stones and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a time to turn away.
6 A time to search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw away.
7 A time to tear and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet and a time to speak.
8 A time to love and a time to hate.
A time for war and a time for peace.
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