I was learning to use my camera this day and took a variety of pictures on different settings. I didn’t get too far with the actual settings on the camera but some of the pictures gave me pause to think. This picture of dead branches and small seed pods peaked my curiosity. Why was this particular plant so brown and dry when everything around it was still green? Perhaps it was just the time for this plant to die. Is there still life in these seeds – life that will produce new life? Our lives are like this plant. There is a time for everything and there is a time for every event under heaven… A time to give birth and a time to die; a time to plant and a time to uproot what is planted. A time to kill and a time to heal; A time to tear down and a time to build up. A time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance. A time to throw stones and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace and a time to shun embracing. A time to search and a time to give up as lost; A time to keep and a time to throw away. A time to tear apart and a time to sew together; A time to love and a time to hate; A time for war and a time for peace. Ecclesiastes 3: 2-8
When a retired a few years ago, I learned there was a time for me to remain at my job and a time to move on. Part of my being felt dead like the branches in my photo yet part of me was alive and ready for the next phase of my life. Life often sends us winding down paths we may not have chosen but if we look at the seasons of our lives, new hope is born of those dried seeds of our thoughts.