A Time For Everything

Worrying. I remember worrying not only as a child, but as I grew into a young adult. Like most people, I worried about things I had no control over and sometimes I still do. Another school year is about to begin in our community and my oldest daughter approached me last night with some worries of her own.

“I don’t want a man teacher, mom.” She complained. “And we have a new Principal too, what if she’s not as nice as Ms. Moore.”

I listened to her then gathered my thoughts. After a while I grabbed my bible and sat her down. This is what I said:

“Sweetheart, I know you’re worried about having a new teacher and Principal, but change is a part of life. Things are constantly changing. The seasons change. Winter changes to spring, spring changes to summer, summer changes to fall, and fall back to winter. As you get older, you will change schools and classes, your friends will change and so will your teachers. As a grown up, your looks will change and you’ll probably change jobs and interests. Change helps us learn and grow. Change can be a good thing.”

I opened my bible to Ecclesiastes, chapter three, KJV. The chapter begins like this: “To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.”

We read through the chapter as it talked about change. “A time to be born a time to die, a time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted, a time to weep and a time to laugh..”

We stopped after verse eleven:

“He hath made everything beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.”

We can worry about change all we want, but it is a waste of energy and time. It’s hard not to worry about things out of our control, but like the bible says, He will make everything beautiful in his time.

Change is as constant as God himself.

Even though change is sometimes hard, it is often a good thing. We aren’t meant to know what is around every corner and like the bible says, change can be beautiful.

My daughter flipped through the thin pages of my bible.

“The answers are all here.” I told her.

She gave me a tight and lingering hug, like she would never let go and it warmed me.

That, I hope never changes.