These words from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 for too familiar for some of us. I have spent some time the past days dwelling (lectio divine) on the words that are highlighted.
For everything there is a season,
a right time for every intention under heaven —
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a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
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a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
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a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
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a time to throw stones and a time to gather stones,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
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a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to discard,
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a time to tear and a time to sew,
a time to keep silent and a time to speak,
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a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Comforting words and haunting words - all at once. Much to contemplate and dwell on.
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