“For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:” (3:1)
I cannot read chapter 3 without singing the Byrds, but I find myself remembering this passage (and song) a lot.
Life is full of seasons, and as a pretty sign in Carly’s house, made by a mutual friend, states: no season is insignificant.
I don’t know what season you find yourself in, these days, but I feel like I’m in a real weird one. I moved to Italy, to obtain dual citizenship, which I feel is something God has led me to pursue for the future He has in store for me. This season could really turn out to be hugely significant in the grand scheme of my life. After a successful major appointment today, I started thinking about all the waiting. It could take a long time. Maybe six months? Maybe longer. There are no guarantees and the timing is entirely out of my hands.
So what am I supposed to do in this city while I wait an indefinite amount of time?
In life, there is no fast forwarding. Why would I want to fast forward anyway? There is a time for everything.
“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.” (3:11)
To me, this implies that not everything is beautiful at the moment. Some things need a time. Hindsight makes it beautiful. That doesn’t mean it isn’t beautiful intrinsically.
It’s all made me pretty desperate for the LORD. I want Him to author this weird, unknown season. Isn’t that what He wants, too? To be acknowledged as the Author He already is and for me to be desperately depending on Him?
For me, the application today is to have faith in God about the season I’m in now. Maybe it will be a time of reflecting, new friend making, preparing, or doing all the things I’ve put off for when I wasn’t so busy.
What about the season you’re in?