For now, though, I am reveling in a quiet, undisturbed morning. Not sure how long it will last, but I’m crossing my fingers that I can at least finish my writing before any interruptions. It’s funny because I never used to be a morning person, but having kids definitely changes that. I love and prefer the mornings. As I sit near my favorite window, listening to chirping birds, I am reminded that mornings fly by way too fast so I don’t want to waste my precious quiet time with meaningless tasks.
But I, O Lord, have cried out to You for help, and in the morning my prayer comes before You!
Like the Psalmist, I have found that the morning is a great time for prayer and for listening to the gentle voice of the Holy Spirit. By the way, God still speaks, we just don’t listen well. Today, I want to be a listener. I hope you do too. I can tell you from personal experience that listening is a skill that needs to be cultivated. When I taught 4th grade, my little students struggled with listening. They wanted to be heard first and foremost. And I’ve found that as an adult, I haven’t changed much when it comes to speaking vs. listening.
So today as I was getting myself ready, I asked the Lord what He wanted me to hear. And in that moment, He began to speak to me about seasons. Earlier this week, the Lord challenged me with the words: “It’s the season for singing!” And I have definitely run with that theme. But I have yet to focus on one key word: seasons. Right now, in South Florida, it is the “winter” season, and I chuckle a little when I write these words because it’s nothing like the winters of Central Ohio. But we try. Since moving here in 2000, I have finally adjusted to what I call the two seasons of South Florida: hot and hotter! Even through Christmas, I ran the air conditioner, and I actually turned it on briefly yesterday because the rain made it feel so humid in my house. If you didn’t grow up here, Florida seasons take some time to get used to.
So what’s all this talk about seasons? Well, first you need to know that seasons change. There’s even a famous song about this, and the words come directly from the Bible (hint: Turn, Turn, Turn- by the Byrds):
To everything 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).
I think ol’ King Solomon would be proud to know the words he wrote, thousands of years ago, became a pop sensation especially since our secular world does not embrace Biblical teaching. If you are from the U.S., then you now have this song in your head, don’t you?
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