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
Yesterday, my son was being adorable – as usual – and I decided that I really wanted a picture of the two of us giggling away. This became a bit tricky, since it’s just the two of us and there wasn’t anyone around to hold the camera. But using a bit of ingenuity, a pile of books, a mirror and a self-timer, I was able to capture a photo of both of us laughing. It wasn’t easy, but it was absolutely worth it.
And looking at the picture, it makes me both happy and sad. Joyful because I am blessed with a precious, cheerful, wonderful little boy. Heartbroken because his dad isn’t here to share it with us – to be the one holding the camera.
But as a friend reminded me, grief is for a season – it isn’t for life. I’m still wading through it, but I know that someday my time of grieving will come to an end. It’s hard to see that light at the end of the tunnel, but I know having been honored with the stories that several people have shared with me, that it really is possible to get to the other side of grief.
So often, we are caught up in the minuteness of life – the tiny details that seem to capture our attention and overwhelm us it can be difficult to miss the seasons that we’re in, especially when it’s a good one. The tough seasons seem to cloud our vision and often it is then we see what a wonderful season we had been enjoying.
My season, strangely enough, is dual-sided. I am experiencing a time to weep over my loss and laugh with my little boy. It is a strange dichotomy that makes some days feel like a teeter-totter ride, but one I wouldn’t want to give up, because I’d lose the wonderful parts if I eliminated the sadness.
Perhaps the season you’re in is one of laughter, dancing and love. Or maybe your season is one of weeping and mourning. Or maybe, like me, you’re in a season that seems to act like a Rocky Mountain winter – hot one day and cold the next. Whatever it is, know that God will be with you throughout the season. If you are facing a difficult season, know that it will come to end when it is time. And if you are experiencing a blissful season, treasure it as the gift that it is. But above all, seek God’s face in every season, and you will experience His love, mercy and shelter. His presence will be your haven, no matter what comes your way.