It was so nice, these past few days of sunshine. I did some planting and trimming and enjoyed the blue skies and bright sun. But…the rain has returned, and snow in the mountains. Roads are starting to open up; except in the mountains. One season following another. Spring is almost here, this year; it will return next year and we will experience winter all over again, followed once more by spring, summer and fall. Our lives have seasons and within those seasons there are times of joy and times of sorrow; times of ease and times of labor.

Ecc. 3:1-8 There is an appointed time for everything. And there is a time for every event under heaven—A time to give birth, and a time to die, A time to plant, and a time to uproot what is planted. A time to kill, and a time to heal; A time to tear 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 throw stones, and a time to gather stones; A time to embrace, and a time to shun embracing. A time to search, and a time to give up as lost; A time to keep, and a time to throw away. A time to tear apart, and a time to sew together. A time to be silent, and a time to speak. A time to love, and a time to hate; A time for war, and a time for peace.

Seasons and times; they are two different things. A season is a period of time, but a time and times have no season. I am in the winter season of my life; but many of the times I go through have nothing to do with this season. Some of the hardest times I ever went through were during the fall season of my life, and I experienced some very hard times during the early summer of my life. And as I have gone through the seasons of my life I have had to deal with all the different times of my life that I have faced. In this, the winter season of my life, I am actually better able to deal with whatever the time might be because I have gone through so many times that were difficult.

I am stronger in terms of dealing with the times and events of life even though I can feel my physical strength slowly ebbing. And, now I am in a better place to help others when they face those times that ‘try their souls’. I can help them become stronger and better able to face their trials and tribulations. Strange, I am stronger in ways that help my children through their times of weakness to grow stronger; and as I grow weaker in body I can lean on them in their strength. Sounds convoluted but it is how we are intertwined and why it is so important for us to have strong family ties. We help each other as one generation passes to another like links in a chain forged with love. Even after we are gone, if those links were strong in life they will continue to be strong for our children and their children after them. All of us passing from season to season and time to time, creating a legacy that spans centuries. When the family is strong then succeeding generations will be strong and the land they dwell in will also be strong.

I love that. I can feel the strength of my parents sustaining me even though they have both been gone for some time and I do all I can to pass that strength on to my children. We can see that in nations; when the families in the nation are strong the nation is strong, but when families start to crumble then the nation will soon follow. It’s all about connection and it starts with the family, then extends to neighbors, then to communities, and then nations. Seasons with times that come and go; some good, some bad, but flowing ever onward like a river that flows from its source and down to the ocean where it becomes a part of a vast repository of history of which we are all a part.

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