For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.
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 search and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep and a time to throw 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.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 NLT
Not routine. Not common.
But abundant and peculiar. This is the life of the believer.
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Oh how we love to organize things into neat little boxes to give ourselves the foolish impression of control. Then the season changes and we wonder why our process, why our schedule, why our man made rituals just doesn’t work anymore.
Isn’t it better that we trust in the LORD and seek his will in all things great and small — acknowledging our need and staying in close, personal communion with Him?
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LORD, heal our foolish and deceived perspective of “self sufficiency” and “routine”. Forgive us for thinking, “I’ve got this” instead of “My God brought this to me with a specific purpose. He will see me through it, and demonstrate to me (and to the whole world) that He is faithful and true.” Amen.
Harold J. Ballinger 