1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,

3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,

4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,

5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,

7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,

8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3

There is a time for everything.  As I sit here, it has never been more prominent in my life, that there is a time for everything.  There is a time for relationships, there is a time to be single, there is a time to be loud, there is a time to be silent.  There is a time to be courageous, there is a time to be passive.

The beauty behind this is: God gave us that instinct to know what time it is.  He has given us the gift of a living human to be able to act on time.

How wonderful.

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