There is a Time for Everything


This was read at my Grandmother’s service and although I am positive I have heard it before, it struck me like never before. So very wise and completely true:

“To everything there is a season, and
a time to every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born, and
a time to die;
a time to plant, and
a time to pluck up
that which 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 get, and
a time to lose;
a time to keep, and
a time to cast away;

A time to rend, 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 of war; and
a time of peace.”

We, as people making our way through this life full of tragedy, must remember these simple words.

I feel so much less alone when I face my life as a realist. I am going to be happy sometimes. I will get hurt. I will cry. I will screw up. No matter how hard I work, some things will fall apart. I’m likely to hurt others. I will get some things I want and other things are just not meant for me. No matter how badly I wish for certain things or people, I still cannot have them. Someday I will die and cease existence. Nothing can stop time. I must accept all these things.

All this is less scary when I approach it with such objectivity. Even with my tendency to otherwise access life based on emotions, I understand that I must face reality and this alone helps me sleep much sounder at night.


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