Sunday, November 22, 2009

The gift of the seasons.

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1 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; 3 A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6 A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7 A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8 A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8

This Thanksgiving I am grateful for the gift of seasons. I am grateful for the renewal they bring. For the glorious summer and all her sweet berries, for the crisp fall and her warm apple cobblers, for the furious winter storms and the potatoes in dark cabinets, and the return of spring with it's gift of tender seedlings. What wisdom to give everything it's place, it's short time - to remind us of temperance, wisdom, and the chance to begin again.

~Megan
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6 comments:

  1. AnonymousNovember 23, 2009 at 4:07 AM

    good....................................................................................................

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  2. DavidNovember 23, 2009 at 7:22 AM

    Megan, I too love the seasons of life. I once moved away from the area I grew up for seven years. When I returned, I found that my home area had the best of seasons and I vowed never to move away again. Very distinct seasons give my life such a vital periodic change that continues to keep me filled with anticipation of what's to come in life. Thank you for reminding me of how much I love and am inspired by the seasonal changes.

    Nebraska Dave

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  3. JenniferNovember 23, 2009 at 8:10 AM

    Beautiful! I love seasons, too, even when they play each other in tug-of-war: summer one week, an abrupt pull to winter the next, back to autumn the third. This year was about the most glorious fall ever, and I soaked it up.

    I loved your winter description of "potatoes in dark cabinets."

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  4. Dale JohnsonNovember 23, 2009 at 8:13 AM

    Beautiful.

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  5. Cindy HarrisDecember 1, 2009 at 2:39 PM

    We should be thankful for the gifts of the seasons. I know I am.

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  6. UnknownFebruary 8, 2013 at 9:53 PM

    I love this post ♥ The changing of the seasons are everything that I stand for. I love the feelings of renewal and replenishment they bring. Thank you for a wonderful post.

    Samantha

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