Under The Sun

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven.

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a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance;

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…a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing.

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a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

— Ecclesiastes 3: 1, 4, 5b, 7b

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As I remember your tears, I long to see you, that I may be filled with joy.

— 2 Timothy 1:4

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Beloved? (gentle)

We’re still under the sun, yes? And so…there will be seasons – there will be highs and lows, a continual ebb and flow to this life, here.

He meant for it to be this way. We cannot see exactly how, or why, but we know He ordained it to be such. My! such contrast, such variety, such uncertainty. (bewildered) He has most definitely succeeded at disrupting any possible notion of self-reliance, yes? Aye. (tender)

And so, what shall our response be? (pondering)

Perhaps, a renewed sense of trust? A persistent, child-like faith? He is good, we know that to be true. And so, we…with a wee bit of holy stubbornness and determination say: “He is still good.“

I reckon, each new day gifted to us, here and now, will only further the intensity of our perceived weakness, our continued reliance, our complete hopelessness apart from Him. We’re gradually letting go of our old nature, our trusty binky - as babes. It’s…scary, and painful, and wrought with fear.

But, beloved? (extra gentle) Let us, Together, bow our body, mind, and soul low to the One who is Love, and may we put our trust in Him this day. This day is all that we have set before us now. He has given us His body, His Life for sustenance; He has already provided. May our weaknesses be His strength.

Please, peace be with you, now and always.

I remember your tears. I long to see you, that our joy may be full.