Wednesday, January 7, 2009

time

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.

-Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

2 comments:

Meri said...

I love these verses! It's hard to read them without hearing the song by the Birds, though. :)

And I was just thinking last night about prayer, and how Our Savoiur started His prayer with "Our Father". Not "Our God" or "Our Lord", but "Father". That's the relationship He wants to have with us! He wants to be our Father!

And He also used the word "our". His and ours. He didn't think it beneath Him to use that word. It's such an inviting thought!

elizabeth said...

Meri, I loved your comment!! That's so true, He is ours. What an incredible, exciting, mind-boggling thought!