“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:” — Ecclesiastes 3:1
There is a time and place for everything. Solomon said that a long time ago, yet it still applies to all things and all seasons of life. Some days we find ourselves faced with what might be obstacles that are beyond our ability to handle, to cope with or simply move out of the way. Some days are filled with overflowing joy and euphoria beyond comprehension and we wonder how this can be. In reality, life is filled with things that make us cry and things that make us laugh. Then there are those days when a grayness settles over things and dulls every sense in our being. Joy is just a low fizzle on the edge of a sleepy day.
Then there are times when life makes no sense at all. The hopes we had seem to lay at our feet as broken glass from a window we’ve viewed the world from. Things come whirling into our life out of nowhere and scatter our hopes to the four winds and we wonder if we’ll ever get them back. We reach for words to express ourselves and even those slip away like roaches when the lights get flipped on.
There is a time and place for everything. How we measure and cope with that is really up to us. Sometimes our measuring stick gets bent or broken and we have to improvise a new method of carrying on with things. Such is life, such is our days.
—excerpt from Road Trip © SCM