Ecclesiastes 3:1-8
There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven:
A time to be born and a time to die,
A time to plant and a time to uproot,
A time to kill and a time to heal,
A time to tear down and a time to build,
A time to weep and a time to laugh,
A time a to mourn and a time to dance,
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
A time to embrace and a time to refrain,
A time to search and a time to give up,
A time to tear and a time to mend,
A time to be silent and a time to speak,
A time to love and a time to hate,
A time for war an a time for peace.
Sunday, November 5th,
Was hopefully the weirdest day of my life. The day was so so packed with so so much, I could talk about every detail from when I woke up, to when I couldn’t sleep that night. Most every emotion someone could have was checked off with in a 12 hour period of time: Joy, trust, apprehension, acceptance, remorse, anger, awe, anticipation, sickness, and the list could go on. So much of God was also packed into every moment that caused those emotions. In the moments of that day that I couldn’t come up with words to pray, I realized I didn’t need to think so hard about it, but just know God was fully giving me the strength to do what was placed in front of me, and that was enough. I didn’t need to pray to find Him. His presence was not absent, that was so evident to me, even in the moments where everyone would search for Him, it was in that time that I felt Him the most. God was being given so much praise during worship at Harvesters church in the morning through our singing, dancing, testimonies, teaching, community, words of encouragement, and as was we drove away from the mountains, new friends, and home for the past month. But, He was also so evident in the middle of no where Lesotho on a windy windy road with a demolished kombi with 14 people (8 already dead, 6 very injured) scattered across a road. He was in all the people helping on the scene, both us and locals that we directed in what to do, giving each person what they needed to get through the next minute. After all we could do was done, He was in the sunset off in the distant mountains, as it stretched behind and directly above all the wreckage. Forcing us all to look up at the beautiful sky rather then what was right below and in front of us. It was a good bye to those who’s lives ended that night, a reminder for all of us that He’s alive, and a look into the future of what such beauty is always to come. This day, November 5th, is etched into my heart and brain as a day I saw God in every aspect of life.
“Treasuring our own life above Christ is the real tragedy in life.” -Jonathan St.Clair
