The Bible says there is a time and a season for everything. The Byrds, in their song “Turn! Turn! Turn!” repeated the same sentiment almost word for word.
I’m not a prophet or songwriter, but I’m deeming this the season of plagues. Between Covid, storms, fires, war, and general hostility, knee-jerk judgement or hypocrisy, I’m exhausted.
This week, we were informed that September has the potential to be the worst tick season in recent history in our area. That was the tipping point…final straw…match in the powder barrel. I liken them to the locusts during the Egyptian plagues. Just when you think things can’t get worse…
Last week, I wrote about victories and this week has left me with very little wind in my sails. As a matter of fact, I may have misplaced my sails altogether.
So many people endure struggles.
My heart breaks.
I wonder what it would be like to callously react to the pain of those around me. To have no sympathy. Is there peace in that? Is it easier?
In the end…it would seem void of love. Can one love fully without delving into the crevasses of others sorrow?
So many people endure struggles.
My heart breaks.
It would seem love was never meant to be easy.
Have a good weekend, friends! ❤
“There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a 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,
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.” – Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
Toni L. Harty 