Seasons

It's not a new thought that there are seasons of life. But, I was walking on a sidewalk today behind a couple in their mid 20s, holding hands, kissing, arms embracing. At the same time, I noticed all around us that trees were bare, their leaves clumped beneath them showing that they were dormant and dead for the winter. I had just heard a speech on choosing to build on solid foundation or on sand. A lady was present who had just been given her final days' notice due to her spreading cancer. She appeared to be in her 60s. I came home to my young daughter who is so full of life and idealism. I am reminded of the wisdom of the Jews. "For everything under heaven a season exists. A time to mend; a time to tear apart... A time to for living; a time for dying." A time to kiss; a time to shed leaves. A time to choose solidity; a time to choose sand. A time to meet the Creator from dread disease; a time to bubble with idealism. I guess it is only fitting that such observations and feelings from those observations make me both happy and sad at the same time. Life so slowly eeks away from us (one second at a time) that sometimes it is good to notice the ends of the spectrum. It gives a very needed frame of reference. It tells us where we stand in this world. And it is a sobering moment with the Creator as He reminds us that everything ends. Something in me says the Creator is not saying, "All is well that ends well." Rather, he is saying, "All's well that ends." A time to live well (fully); a time to meet the Maker well (fully). All is well.