“But I trust in You, O God. I say, ‘You are my God, My times are in Your hands…” -Psalm 31:14-15
Sometimes I need to be reminded that my times are in God’s hands. In those moments, I turn to this passage in Ecclesiastes, which talks about divinely appointed times for certain activities in life:
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 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 keep and a time to throw away,
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 and a time for peace.
What does the worker gain from his toil?
I have seen the burden God has laid on men.
He has made everything beautiful in its time. (Ecclesiastes 3:1-11, NIV)
I think that last line is so interesting. It’s unexpected. “He has made everything beautiful in its time.” Everything? Really?
It’s hard to understand how being uprooted or mourning a loss can be beautiful, especially when we are in that moment of turmoil. Looking back on several years of feeling like my life was summarized by those scattered stones, I now can see that these years have been lovely, indeed. But in the midst of it, most days didn’t feel very beautiful at all.
That’s where the trusting comes in. I am not always able to see that the seasons of life are beautiful as I walk through them, but I can say with confidence that my times -my long days, sometimes restless nights, and all the moments in between – are in God’s hands. That alone makes each dawn-to-dark lovely in it’s own right.
My moments are held by the Creator of all things beautiful. Remembering that helps me to refocus on my beautiful life.