“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up 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 together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast 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 for war, and a time for peace…
He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, he has put eternity into man’s heart, yet so that he cannot find out what God has done from the beginning to the end.” Ecclesiastes 3:1-8,11
Brown garden has crisped, closed for winter. Crumbled soil lies fallow, awaiting winter’s rest. Catching the eye in the barren tangle of stems and autumn-crunched leaves is a pop of color. Late bloomers, bright reminders of seasons spent and those to come. Beauty blossoms, beauty is laid to rest, beauty will come again.

From creation, God’s established seasons have invigorated and regenerated life. The changing of light, weather, orbits all contribute to waxing and waning, growing and shrinking, life and death as necessary elements in God’s rhythms for heaven and earth and His people. He enfolds hues and wonder, pang and rapture into rich moments that are here and gone. Ethereal, memorable beauties enthrall and fill the senses, then wistfully pass, leaving exquisite, indelible joy.
We can relish each season, knowing that every one depends on and complements the others. God gives gifts and loved ones for appointed times, and redeems His purposes within allotted periods. His sovereign ways allow for beauty in each moment.
How do we handle our God-given seasons? Do we waste or make the most of opportunities to grow, serve, bloom, and bless? How will we best flourish and glorify God within our allotted times? (Psalm 92:12-15)
“Take my life and let it be
consecrated, Lord, to thee.
Take my moments and my days;
let them flow in endless praise.
Take my hands and let them move
at the impulse of thy love.
Take my feet and let them be
swift and beautiful for thee.
Take my voice and let me sing
always, only, for my King.
Take my lips and let them be
filled with messages from thee.
Take my silver and my gold;
not a mite would I withhold.
Take my intellect and use
every power as thou shalt choose.
Take my will and make it thine;
it shall be no longer mine.
Take my heart it is thine own;
it shall be thy royal throne.
Take my love; my Lord, I pour
at thy feet its treasure store.
Take myself, and I will be
ever, only, all for thee.” ~ Frances Ridley Havergal (1874)
Lord, may I relish and maximize every season You ordain.









