21/03/2023
Clinging to Ecclesiastes 3 this morning as I struggle with all the things I WANT to do and what I actually have the capacity for. I don’t have the Instagram feed of perfectly-themed Easter posts in coordinating colors that i want. I haven’t prepared my children for lent in the way I’d hoped. On Sunday my kids were so bad in church I almost left crying. We eat dinner on a play mat in front of the tv most nights. There is very little “gentle parenting” happening at our house, and my nerves are fried. But I try to remind myself that this is a really tough season. Things will get easy again for a while and then we will stumble through some hard stuff. Right now we are just surviving.
For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
2 a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what 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 throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away;
7 a time to tear, 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 for war, and a time for peace.
