Day 47: Change

Happy Tuesday and very snowy Day 47 of Another 100 Days of Hannah!
 
First things first: Thanks to somewhere between 8 and 12 new inches of blowing and drifting snow and a subsequent level 3 snow emergency, I'm not going to work today!

And for once, I don't really feel guilty about that.

Thankfully, this morning's decision was made before 5a, which meant that I've gotten to take the last couple hours (it's just after 7a now) pretty easy... extra time journaling, a relaxing bit of yoga, actually sitting down to eat breakfast and drink my coffee and tea.  You know, all the good stuff.

In any case, this morning's devotion reading was from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, which reads:

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.

    A time to be born, and a time to die,

        A time to plant, and a time to uproot,

    A time to kill, and a time to heal,

        A time to weep, and a time to laugh,

    A time to mourn, and a time to dance,

        A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them,

    A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing,

        A time to search, and a time to give up,

    A time to keep, and a time to throw away, 

        A time to tear, and a time to mend,

    A time to be silent, and a time to speak,

        A time to love, and a time to hate,

    A time for war, and a time for peace.

 
Now, I know I've read Ecclesiastes and heard these verses before, but for some reason, the words hit differently this morning.  And, in my brain, I thought:

There is a time to kill?
There is a time to refrain from embracing?
There is a time to give up?
There is a time to throw away?
There is a time to tear?
There is a time to hate?
 
Does this notion initially feel wrong to anyone else?

It would seem that we are so often taught to always heal, always embrace, always search, always keep, always mend, always love.
 
And while, yes, I believe these are admirable goals, they run against the nature of seasons.
 
As I've written before, like it or not, life isn't always summer.
There are ups and downs.
There are changes.
There are highs and lows.
 
There are seasons.
 
As I pondered the words of Solomon in Ecclesiastes, I began to think of what my own words would be in addressing my current seasons of life.  And, while my words may not be as inspirational as those of this wise man, I wanted to share them anyway.  Take a read.
 
There is a time for singleness and a time for marriage.
There is a time for work and a time for play.
There is a time for doing and a time for resting.
There is a time for joy and a time for pain.
There is a time for rain and a time for snow.
There is a time for fighting and a time for forgiving.
There is a time for speaking and a time for listening.
There is a time for teaching and a time for learning.
There is a time for leaving and a time for staying.
There is a time for hurting and a time for healing.
There is a time for satiety and a time for hunger.
There is a time for dreaming and a time for doing.
There is a time for giving and a time for taking.
There is a time for running and a time for crawling.
 
I probably could've kept going, but got tired of writing at that point.
 
As humans, seasons can be hard for us.
 
We long for consistency.
Stability.
Safety.
 
We search for patterns.
Hold to rituals.
Create traditions.
 
We cling to moments and memories.
Hoping for an ounce of strength to maintain a shadow of control.
 
Control.
That ever elusive phantom that beckons us forward on a perilous journey to a land of promised peace.
 
Peace.
Peace. 
 
But there is no peace.
As we wind our way inward on this path to protection.
 
Bound by our fears.
Blinded by worry.
 
And yet, there is a voice, still and small, calling out through the fury.
The voice of the One who calmed the seas and the storm.
The voice of the One who gives sight to the blind and freedom for the captive.
The voice of the One who is remains constant, though the earth gives way.

Y'all.
This is the voice of our Father.
The One who promises to be the same, yesterday, today, and forever.
Regardless of the season.
Regardless of the change.
Constant.
Forever.
 
And in Him and Him alone our hope is found.
 
 
'Til tomorrow,

Hannah
 
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