They say you should never begin a blogpost with an apology.  So I will just acknowledge this lapse in my writing but I won’t apologize.  Its happened before and, who knows?- it just may happen again.  (But not for a long, long time if I can help it!)

What happened?

These are my excuses: summer, end of summer, kids back to school, attempting to catch up- then trying to jump back onto the writing train and falling off.

But this time I’m going to brush myself off, get back on, and hold on tight.

Does that sound familiar?  Those of you who have followed me for awhile know that I’ve had these lapses before- a lull before a burst of energy, and then full speed ahead.

After witnessing this phenomenon within myself, I’ve come to realize that, just as with the changes in the seasons,  I have my own rhythms.

To Everything There is a Season

I found out at my father’s funeral back in 2009 that this was one of his favorite bible verses:

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven;                                                    

a time to be born, and a time to die;

a time to plant, and a time to pluck up 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 throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;                                                                    

a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

a time to seek, 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 for war, and a time for peace.”

I’ve been thinking of this verse a lot lately.  It is about life and all of its passages.

The act of attempting to keep my life in balance has become part of the fabric of my life.  There is a season for everything and all will be revealed in due time.  The trick is to persevere.

So I’ll keep riding the train to wherever life takes me.  Sometimes I’ll get off at a station to explore and reboot (as I did by the end of this summer.)  But then I need to get back on and ride again.

The seasons are necessary, the cycle continues…

“…can’t put me finger on what lies in store,  but I feel what’s to happen all happened before.” – Bert from Marry Poppins

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