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To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: 2A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; 3A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; 4A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; 5A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 6A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; 7A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; 8A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Solomon’s memento, “there is a time to be born and a time to die” is of a truly wise man. But, there is an interval between these two times of infinite importance. –Richmond
A life exists during the space of birth and death. Some folks live long lives; some have been given only a shortened version. The emphasis is on a person’s use of this chosen time. To sum up one’s life is to readily grasp its stark shortness amid its blissful sweetness. It is a mystery, known only to God.
It might be well with our soul to give this mystery much thought.