Sunday, November 14, 2010

A SEASON OF HOPE

















A SEASON OF HOPE


As my impending 50th birthday approaches I look back and reflect on my life.



Fifty years: half a century....



One of my favorite bible verses is Ecclesiastes 3.

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.



To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

My season is my fiftieth. It is my season of hope. I reflect on my purpose. Why am I here? What great plan has God set forth for me? Only He knows the answers and one day I may be granted the same.


A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted:

My time has come and gone to be born. I am born again... My time to die may be nearing soon, only He holds my life in his hands. Only He can 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 kill old hatred. A time to heal old wounds. A time to break down and admit I was wrong. A time to build up my faith.


A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance:

Fifty is a time to weep for lost youth, a time to laugh at new found wisdom, a time to mourn the past and a time to dance to the future.


A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing:

I cast away the stones that burdened my life. I gathered the stones of grace, peace and faith. I embrace turning fifty. I refrain from embracing to old.


A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away:

This is a time to get right with the wrongs, lose the pain, keep the joy and cast away the sorrow.


A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak:

Fifty is my time to rend anew, sew together my memories, keep the silence of yesterday and speak for tomorrow.


A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace:


The day is quickly approaching and it will be a time to love myself, hate the aging process, declare war on grey hair and wrinkles and make peace with who I have become.

3 comments:

A man called Valance said...

And smile.

Janet said...

Beautiful post Debra. I just turned 40 and and am going thought a lot of the same reflections, it seems. Do you ever wonder why we wait for the "big" birthdays to do this. Why not 42 or 54?

Debra Ann Elliott said...

Thank you Janet. I never have, but when I turned 45 I became real depressed and I didn't write about it. I knew I needed to write about it this birthday so I wouldn't become depress.

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