Short and Sweet



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Ecclesiastes 3:1-8


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.


12 comments on “Short and Sweet

  1. worth meditating and seeking him in every word and work!

  2. kyrian777 says:

    Life is found in Him! Thanks for sharing this post.

  3. Some deep and profound thinking here. Well said Jeanne!

  4. enitsirk24 says:

    I often feel like I am wasting precious time.

    • Yes, we all do. Yet if we keep focused on the important things of life, our Lord will strengthen us. And he knows our weaknesses and understands when we fail. Blessings.

  5. Ecclesiastes is a book that I guess many of us give a pass. Yet to mediate on what you have shared in this post is so important. It is a reminder to consider our days. In Mwinilunga where I am holidaying at the moment, it is so easy to die from malaria. The other big killer is high blood pressure (the folk use a lot of salt and oil in their food). Not a week goes by without several funerals in this small community of 136,000. Last night I got the chills; which alternated with hot flushes. I thought: Oh, no. Not malaria again (I had it in February). But this morning I’m fine. Your post has come at an opportune time, dear one. Thank you for the reminder to count our days.

  6. Beautifully expressed, Jeanne. Thank you. Very timely word for me 🙂 Blessings in Christ, friend! May we learn to number our days aright and give every moment to Him!

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