Friday, August 20, 2010

To Everything a Season

There is a time for everything,
And a season for every activity under heaven:
  • A time to be born πŸ‘ΆπŸΌ and a time to die πŸ’€;
  • A time to plant 🌱 and a time to uproot;
  • A time to kill off forcefully and a time to heal 😷;
  • A time to tear down and a time to build;
  • A time to weep 😒 and a time to laugh   πŸ˜ƒ;
  • A time to grieve  😒 and a time to dance  πŸ’ƒ;
  • A time to scatter stones about and a time to gather them up;
  • A time to embrace πŸ€— and a time to hold back;
  • A time to search and a time to abandon s earch;
  • A time to keep and a time to discard;
  • A time to tear πŸ’” and a time to mend πŸ’;
  • A time to be silent and a time to speak
  • A time to love πŸ’“ and a time to hate 😠*;
  • A time for war and a time for peace....
sundial; African daisies; sundial with flowers;  Marie Byars
[God] has made everything beautiful in its time.
He has also set eternity into the hearts of people,
Yet they cannot grasp what God has done
From beginning to end. --(King Solomon?); Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, 11
*We are called to truly hate what is evil or false; not to arbitrarily hate other people.

5 comments:

Jim Swindle said...

When reading these beautiful words from Ecclesiastes, I often think of the night years ago when a public-radio station featured a reading of the whole book. Thanks for the reminder.

C. Marie Byars said...

It is "haunting" book, I would say; lovely in places, but "haunting" because of the author's sense of regret.

C. Marie Byars said...

Also, I think FB had me falling behind on my blogging contacts. Blogging seems to go a little "deeper",for the most part.

Jim Swindle said...

Facebook's a great way to re-connect with people (I read posts from my 92-year-old former high school choir teacher), but most of what I see on FB is drivel.

C. Marie Byars said...

Yeah, that's true, like "I just had Prego spaghetti for lunch..."