To Everything There Is A Season…
…and a time to every purpose under Heaven.
Three weeks ago I would have scoffed at those lyrics. But today, I can so easily believe them. For two years I’ve been in a season. The season of “My life sucks beyond my wildest dreams.”
It was messy, painful, inconvenient and expensive. Some of you will know what I’m talking about.
According to Elizabeth Gilbert, author of Eat Pray Love, that’s the recipe for personal transformation.
Well, call me transformed (please).
I’ve been unemployed, heart-broken, stood up, let down, depressed, angry, and full (and I mean FULL) of fear.
Nonetheless, I got up (most) every day and took care of my life.
For two years.
And then, one night, I got mad. And, after being really angry for a day, I thought “I don’t want this.” And a new season began.
Was it really that simple? Or was it simply time for a new season? Or maybe, there really is a time to every purpose under Heaven.