There is a time for everthing and a seaon for every activity under heaven: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant an a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep an 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, a time to search and 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. Ecclesates 3:1-8
The family returned from a week in Michigan, full of beautiful lake bound activity--rushing, rushing, rushing through airports and Atlanta rush hour to gather up the dog and take one girl to a softball tourney and the other to camp.
In the midst of the rushing to and from the not so important, I paused to share in a funeral honoring a neighbor's life. In the midst of appreciating her life, the grief of her passing, the questions about her suffering--there is the moment of considering time and I use it. Am I living well? Am I caring about what is worthy of caring about? Am I learning, and loving--the activity that fills purpose?
It was her time to die, and it hurt--as she loved much and loved well.
It is my time to live well, time passes quickly.
Monday, July 12, 2010
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About Me
- Carol
- Roswell, GA
- Loves to find the answers to three questions of a sound Bible study: what does it say, what does it mean, what difference does it make?
Those are good questions you're asking yourself. I ask myself the same questions, and often feel like my answer should be no. But then I wonder what living well looks like, anyway? Would I recognize it in my own life? Would I be gracious enough to myself to allow the possibility that I might be living well (always with room for improvement as a given?) Or would i be blind to any such evidence there may be?
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