Seasons

To everything there is a season, A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

I was speaking with my mother this morning on the phone and we were talking about my grandparents. Today would have been their 65th anniversary; and tomorrow is my grandmother's birthday. She was married at fifteen and turned sixteen the next day.
We were talking about my grandmother's funeral and how my grandfather thought she looked so beautiful in the casket. Over the past six years, he would tell us things about my grandmother that he loved. My mother said that my grandmother would have loved to have known how much my grandfather loved her. He didn't know how to tell her--she didn't know how to ask. A few words spoken could have opened up my grandmother's world.

As I look back through the seasons of my life; I wonder if I spoke the right words enough, encouraged others, and gave of myself in spite of. I pray I was never the cause of need within someone else; if so, God's grace will have to cover.

We are never to take time for granted; we know not what tomorrow will hold. My daughter called me Thursday. She had just been hit by a car; the lady blacked out behind her and rammed into her back end. The force of it, drove her car into the next lane--thankfully no cars were coming. As my husband and I drove to the emergency room; I was reminded once again that we are to be ready at all times. My daughter suffered whip lash and an extremely sore back, her car was totaled. I told her I wished it would have been me instead of her. At that moment; I understood a little more of God's love for us. How He took our sins and suffered for us so that we might live. My daughter is a blessing; I learn from her because she has been through so much this past year and has handled it with a graciousness that I do not possess.

My son is also a blessing; he has a kind and generous heart. He is quick to help people and sensitive to their needs. My son is a gentle spirit yet manly! We have been blessed.

God has also promised that if we commit our hearts to Him; we don't have wonder when it's time to do something. God will direct our paths; His spirit will guide us in the seasons of our lives.