For Such A Time As This

We all have stories. What we choose to do with them, or despite them, is our choice.


Each of us battle problems. Some are more significant than what others face in that instant.


Everyone lives through seasons of pain, loss, grief, hope, joy, and contentment.


Where are you in this moment? Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 teaches us that:

“To everything there is a season,

A time for every purpose under heaven:

A time to be born

And a time to die;

A time to plant,

And a time to pluck what is planted;

A time to kill,

And a time to heal;

A time to break 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 cast away stones,

And a time to gather stones;

A time to embrace,

And a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to gain,

And a time to lose;

A time to keep,

And a time to throw away;

A time to tear,

And a time to sew;

A time to keep silence,

And a time to speak;

A time to love,

And a time to hate;

A time of war,

And a time of peace.”


Time passes. Whether we desire it to or not. We cannot hold precious moments captive.Yet so many times we neglect to pause in the moment and simply thank God for the very second we are in.


Each gift, and hardship, has been entrusted to us. Even affliction has a purpose. Our task is to fix our hearts and minds on Him alone, not what swirls around us. As we remind ourselves during difficult times, that this, too shall pass, we must train ourselves to do the same with precious moments.


Nothing is guaranteed. Nothing lasts forever. Wise we are, when we live with open hands and hearts, and the realization that all of our life has been purposed for the second we are in.


“For such a time as this,” is the mentality I strive to live by. It isn’t always easy, but I know Who to cling to.


As we humble ourselves, and lift the very purpose of our joy and suffering to Him, we are led through authentic worship. We are mindful that our life is not about us. Annoyances and inconveniences become more tolerable, sometimes – even bright spots, when we wait expectantly to see what work God will do through them.


Our hearts bow to our Lord and His promises. We submit to His and His authority. His good and perfect will. Though we may not understand.


His eyes and heart direct ours, to experience and love, others more as He does. We are overtaken with indescribable joy and gratitude for this brief period of time we live in.


Stories belong to each of us. Let’s allow the Master Mentor to craft an authentic tale in each of us, leaving a narrative documenting a life pointed to Him.

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