Yesterday, as I turned onto my driveway, I was struck by the beauty all around me. A myriad of large trees filled with leaves (painted with care by the “hotlanta” sun all summer) line our driveway. The leaves have begun to fall; causing the vibrant, romantic autumn colors to encompass the path home.
I stopped for a moment to take in the beauty. I even took a few pictures.
Most of the time I am rushed, inpatient, going over my to do list in my head, or asking, “Did I forget anything?” Yesterday was no different, but the beauty of fall was striking, jarring my attention from my ever-growing to do list.
Fall. It’s been cold in the mornings, darkness lingers longer and makes it torture to wake up @ 5am. However, this beauty also comes with fall. Cold, dark mornings bring out the bear in me and my body wants to hibernate until spring… But oh the majestic beauty of fall… who would want to sleep through an entire season of life? I suppose every season has it’s mixture of pain and it’s beauty. We cannot allow ourselves to slumber through the bad times or we’ll miss those precious moments that make life worth living. The moment you fall in love with your husband all over again; your kids smile at you and you catch the twinkle in their eye, taking a mental picture to hold onto forever; or when you are captivated by God’s beauty. The Byrds knew of all this when they sang one of my favorite songs, “To everything, turn, turn, turn, there is a season, turn, turn, turn….”
Now… I am more of a Beatles fan, but this is originally a Byrds’ song.
But did you know what inspired the song? The Bible! In other words, God! The lyrics are taken from Ecclesiastes 3.
-Ecclesiastes 3 KJV-
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break 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 cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth? I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it. He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end. I know that there is no good in them, but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life. And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God. I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever: nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it: and God doeth it, that men should fear before him. That which hath been is now; and that which is to be hath already been; and God requireth that which is past. And moreover I saw under the sun the place of judgment, that wickedness was there; and the place of righteousness, that iniquity was there. I said in mine heart, God shall judge the righteous and the wicked: for there is a time there for every purpose and for every work. I said in mine heart concerning the estate of the sons of men, that God might manifest them, and that they might see that they themselves are beasts. For that which befalleth the sons of men befalleth beasts; even one thing befalleth them: as the one dieth, so dieth the other; yea, they have all one breath; so that a man hath no preeminence above a beast: for all is vanity. All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again. Who knoweth the spirit of man that goeth upward, and the spirit of the beast that goeth downward to the earth? Wherefore I perceive that there is nothing better, than that a man should rejoice in his own works; for that is his portion: for who shall bring him to see what shall be after him?
So God has explained that everything has it’s season. What season are you in now?
Sure, we could probably all name a baker’s dozen we’re currently experiencing… but each one of them is for God’s purpose, and each has some form of beauty; even if it’s the painful strengthening of your faith. Whatever the season, stop and smell the roses…. or in my case…take in God’s majestic beauty. Awaken from the zombified slumber of busy-ness and watch God paint His beauty all around you.