To Everything There is A Season

March winds. They tousled clouds and tangled through trees. Filled with humid restlessness, these blustery breezes were void of refreshing coolness and while swirling, they made an atmosphere akin to spring fever. Still, beauty was there. It was glimpsed in the dipping and soaring wing span of a bird–perhaps a hawk–through the overcast, grey skies. Everything whispered change. Change of seasons, change of a month. The gallivanting march winds–blustery and tousling and tangling though they may be–are the rushing prelude before the quiet gentleness of April showers.

Just like the seasons of our own life. There may be turbulence, then quietness. And through it all, the good hand of God rests upon every moment of it. He ordains the seasons. He makes everything beautiful in His time. He knows the end from the beginning.  {Eccl. 3:11; 3:1} So whatever season you find yourself in, know & rejoice in this…

“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:” Ecclesiastes 3:1

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