Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time time to plant and 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 and 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 from embracing, a time to search and a 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.”

For those old enough, you can probably almost hear The Birds musical group singing these profound words in their song Turn! Turn! Turn! As we grow older, these words provide both reflection of meaningful memories and curiosity for the future. Predictions of our youth have now come to be and beyond.

Since Christmas I’ve received several phone calls from one of our granddaughters. The calls came from her watch. She is 9 years old. I’ve also received a call from two grandsons, 9 and 6, as their remote controlled robots were engaged in battle. I was remembering the thrill of getting roller skates for Christmas as I watched another grandson ride past me on his new motorcycle. He is 6.

I’m sure my grandfather must have been saying, “Back in my day . . . ,” as I whizzed past him on my skates

There is a time for everything. From Trisha and me, have a very blessed New Year!


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