for everything there is a season, and a time for everything under the heaven...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 stones and a time to gather stones; a time to embrace, a time to refrain from embracing; a time to gain, a time to lose... ecclesiastes 3:1-6
i read this verse this morning, praying that the Lord would speak to me through His living Word. it never will cease to amaze me how he answers the simplest of requests...nor do i ever hope it will ever cease to amaze me. if there is one thing that this life has impressed upon me thus far is that it is always fluctuating. always. it never stops for a moment's rest. no matter how much we should like to find consistence - no matter how much solace we find in the consistence we manage to "persuade" ourselves is genuine - everything will eventually change. sometime overnight. sometimes little by little. but no matter how, when, where, or why eventually when we turn around we will peer at a world so different than the one in which we are living at present and stare at an even different one if we should look ahead at the future...
---- scribbles from my journal ----
between so much sadness and busyness and feeling as though people don't have the time to listen, i have felt lonelier that ever; and i must admit that this past week has been one of the hardest i have ever experienced in a very long while. i hold fast to the idea that things will change and usually, at the very zenith of giving up, something always better turns up. i am always given that hope just when I can run this race no more. and everyday i have bitten my lip to hold back the tears and waiting. everyday that passes, there is always that hope. everyday, hope slips away. honestly, it's only by His grace, do I keep marching on. but isn't that always the case?
-the girl in her garden.