Rubber slides and the big bike falls, no matter its powerful engine or skilled rider. A ball forced out of socket stretches tendons too far, searing pain into memory. Though not my shoulder, it sears it into my memory too. Life was preserved this time, but my worry whispers what if? Hard thoughts follow like gravel to the skin and I think the thoughts we all avoid until we cant. The searing reminds me quick the cliche saying that life is fragile. And the thought becomes less cliche. Memorized words tumble to mind from James 4:14…. our lives are like a vapor, appearing for a little while and then vanishing away. But how can that be when days are sunny and children need to fed and employees need to be led? Life cant end here abrupt in the busyness when deadlines are due and unplanned holidays lie just around the bend. But it does and it can and we see it all the time…. in others lives. But me? In mine? Surely not. Yet more words flood the mind and I reluctantly tread through them…. Ecc 3:1-8 There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens: 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 from embracing, 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 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. I swallow hard because I know it. Its not surely not but surely so. And so I steady on it. I think hard on these words of time. Equal joy and heartache in opposing seasons. And it occurs to me that the time is not known until the season is fully entered. Little forecast is given, just a promise that nothing under the heavens stays the same. For as long as the earth endures (Gen 8:22) ….. The bad will come. And the good will come. But then…. praise God…. The Good will come. Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good. His love endures forever. Psalm 136:1 For the Son of Man is going to come in his Fathers glory with his angels… Matthew 16:27 Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour Matthew 25:13 While we journey here at unknown times in hard seasons of winter, where our perceived security falls away abrupt and we scramble to swallow the bitter changes that we never crave, oh what assurance lies in the promise of forever love. His love endures forever. When accidents happen, His love endures forever. When cancer surfaces, His love endures forever. When we lose our job, His love endures forever. When we lose our home, His love endures forever. When we lose our life, His love endures forever. Neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans 8:38-39 No time. No season. No change. Nothing. His love endures forever. At an unknown time, The Good will come. And I smile hard because I know it. Like balm to the wound. And I am steadied amidst my season. Surely so.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 15:18:35 +0000
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