Growing up I did a lot of projects. My parents, grandparents and even my Aunt made things we called miniatures. They were just little wooden replicas of some of our favorite American nick-nacks like bluebell ice cream, old fashion school desks, pencil holders, stumps with a tiny hatchet through the middle with the words gone hunting glued across it.

My family was always painting one of these little jewels for a wholesaler who would then sell them to stores like Hobby Lobby or Michael’s. Wax paper would be laid out in sheets across every table in the house with 12 dozen “pencils” drying before being glued to their “holder”.

So I would often set up my own desk and make my own miniatures with whatever paint and supplies I had.

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Seeing my grandfather digress so rapidly left us all a little numb. One day I read Ecclesiastes 3, and saw so much of my life described in those words that I decided to pen my own version…

A Time For Everything In My Own Words

There’s a time to be born and a time to be adopted.

There’s a time to start a garden

and a time to buy from the local produce stand.

There’s a time when you want to kill someone,

and a time to accept their apology.

There’s a time to end a failing business,

and a time to start a new one.

There’s a time to hide under the covers and cry,

and a time to get up and get dressed.

There’s a time to throw rocks in the pond with your grandfather,

and a time to hold his hand in the nursing home.

There’s a time to gather more materials,

and a time to make the best with what you have.

There’s a time to scrapbook,

and a time for a digital slideshow.

There’s a time to keep newborn onesies,

and a time to pass them onto a friend.

There’s a time when life smothers you speechless,

and a time to share your testimony.

There’s a time you don’t want the day to end,

and a time to welcome the dawn of a new morning.

There’s a time to struggle against yourself,

and a time to rest in God’s sufficiency.

There’s a time to say, Yes I can do that,

and a time to say, Help, it’s too much!

There’s a time to say, Yes Lord, I’ll follow you to Kenya,

and a time to say, What, write a book?!

There’s a time to remodel the house,

and a time to let the dust settle.

There’s a time to teach multiplication and subtraction,

and a time to let someone else.

And through it all, God is faithful. There is a time for everything, and everything in its time. There’s nothing new under the sun and God is Sovereign over it all, through out every season of life. Thank you Lord for that hope!

Heavenly Father, 

I pray for my friend reading this. I pray she know that whatever season of life she’s in you are there. The winter season will pass and turn to spring. The summer to fall and the fall to winter. You are Lord over it all and provide exactly what is needed for each season. Thank you for being faithful. In Jesus name, Amen.

This post is apart of a series called 31 stories of hope for every homeschooler. To see the entire series, click HERE

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