Ecclesiastes 3

Time goes in seasons, and there are seasons for all activities. Some seasons see building, some see tearing down. Some seasons see death, others see new life. Some seasons are for weeping, other seasons are for laughing. We all encounter these seasons as they come and go, the only thing that doesn't change is that everything changes. I don't think Ecclesiastes condones this reality, just acknowledges that our broken world has these seasons.

But that isn't the way the world is supposed to be, I think. Grief is good for the human spirit, since there are things worth grieving. Hope, however, seems to be a day when grief will not be necessary. This may be the eternity that is laid on the hearts of human beings (Ecc. 3:11). For now, though, we live in the mystery of a broken world and an unbroken God. While we cannot be certain of what God is doing (especially what God will do), we can be certain that God is trustworthy. So as we travel from season to season, our aim is not to fake a never-ending season of bliss, but to go through each season hopeful for God's eternity.