A Time for Everything
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 is the poem of the seasons, written by the Teacher, “the son of David, king in Jerusalem,” who looks hard at life under the sun.
Lord, You hold every season of my life in Your hands. Some days are for weeping and some for laughing, some for tearing down and some for building. Help me see what season I am in now, and live it well instead of fighting it. As something new begins, give me wisdom to know what to keep and what to let go. You make everything beautiful in its time. Amen.


