To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heaven: a time to be born and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to reap that which is planted. The Bible (KJV) I am taking this verse from specifies plucking up rather than reaping, but as you will see, reap more aptly suits my purposes for this post.
Birth and death are the only two certain things that every human being on the face of the earth shares. Today, though, I want to emphasize birth. There have been twenty-five births in my own personal family (excluding in-laws), since 1954 and a new birth is on the horizon. After a winter of planting, my seventh great-grandchild will be born in the season of Fall. In other words, that which was planted in January will be reaped in September.
Seasons come and go and each season has its own purpose, just as the seasons of our lives. I am happy to be in the winter of my life and still experiencing the joys of new birth.
Thank you Laura and Cam for adding a new bloom to the garden of life.
Tomorrow: A Time to Heal