You're Up, You're Down

My mantra for today and the foreseeable future.

Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8:

1 To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2 A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

Have truer words ever been spoken? Or more beautiful? I've always loved these scriptures. I love them because they promise that whatever circumstances you find yourself in, that life has a purpose. Whatever the situation, something new will come. A new gift, a new promise, a new hope. Tempus Fugit, after all. Time flies. And with it, all things change.

Some days I am down, like today a little, because I don't know what is ahead, and I feel trapped. I've never been in a situation where I couldn't see an end or a solution. And what happens when you feel you really don't have the courage or the strength to pick yourself back up? And what if you even wonder if you want to? Pick yourself up, that is. I feel that way today. I have dreams and goals. But I don't feel like I can make them happen. Not today anyway. Not right now.

And so I read these scriptures. And I wait for the season to change. Experience has taught me this much: that the season will change. And I will be healed. I will laugh, and I will dance, and I will embrace. Most especially, I will be at peace.