“David commanded the Levites to appoint their brothers as the singers who should play loudly on harps and lyres and cymbals, to raise sounds of joy… So David and the elders and commanders went to bring up the ark of the covenant of the Lord… with rejoicing…. All Israel brought up the ark of the covenant of the Lord with shouting, to the sound of the horn, trumpets, and cymbals, and made loud music.” 1 Chronicles 15:16,25,28
“When the builders laid the foundation of the temple of the Lord, the priests in their vestments came forward with trumpets, and the Levites… with cymbals, to praise the Lord… They sang responsively, praising and giving thanks to the Lord,
‘For he is good,
for his steadfast love endures forever toward Israel.’
“And all the people shouted with a great shout when they praised the Lord, because the foundation of the house of the Lord was laid. But many of the priests and Levites and heads of fathers’ houses, old men who had seen the first house, wept with a loud voice when they saw the foundation of this house being laid, though many shouted aloud for joy, so that the people could not distinguish the sound of the joyful shout from the sound of the people’s weeping.” Ezra 3:10-13
“Now when Job’s three friends heard of all this evil that had come upon him, they came… to show him sympathy and comfort him. And when they saw him from a distance, they did not recognize him. They raised their voices and wept, and they tore their robes and sprinkled dust on their heads toward heaven. And they sat with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his suffering was very great.” Job 2:11-15
The quiet early comes with fresh breeze under a canopy of exquisite beauty. Soft, feathered, hatched herringbone, swept, each intricacy designed and upheld by the invisible Potentate of Time. Creator of the rolling spheres, ineffably sublime. The matchless King hovers and hems in His own, dispensing, infusing, and upholding moments, seasons, His majesty on display in every texture fashioned for particular and ultimate purpose.

Days and years roll with varied textures. Moments of exhilaration, events of boundless joy, long days of steady and serene, seasons of anticipation, winters of difficulty and discouragement. The Lord teaches varied facets of His love for us through His presence in every one: the worthiness of His praise, the pathos of loss and renewal, the balm of shared grief. Our Savior, with infinite love and mercy, celebrated at a wedding and wept at a burial and shared every emotion in between. He knows the way we take, and refines us and our understanding of Him along that way. (Job 23:10; Ecclesiastes 3:1-8; John 2:2-3,7-10; 11:33-36)
Are we learning from the seasons through which He takes us? How readily do we praise Him for His favors, delights, and successes? Do we rebuff His advances when pain or sorrow is too great, or rest between His strong shoulders and learn the rhythms of His heart? How compassionately do we come alongside others in their deep seasons to share what we know of Jesus? (Deuteronomy 33:12; Romans 12:15; 2 Corinthians 1:3-5)
Lord, help me welcome and learn of You in every season, and share Your love through time with others.









