There are seasons in life.
Our world is unique and forever changing. Times come and they go.
For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven.
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to harvest.
A time to kill, a time to heal.
A time to tear down, and a time to build up.
A time to cry, a time to laugh
A time to grieve, a time to dance
A time to scatter stones, a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace, a time to turn away.
A time to search, and a time to quit searching.
A time to keep, and a time to throw away
A time to tear, and a time to mend.
A time to be quiet, and a time to speak.
A time to love, and a time to hate.
A time for war, and a time for peace.
One of the best times of the year is September when I can get out and photograph the intense and vibrant canola fields in South Australia. They stretch for miles and are truly quite breathtaking.
Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so people cannot see the scope of Gods work from beginning to end. So I concluded there is nothing better than to be happy and enjoy ourselves as long as we can. And people should eat and drink and enjoy the fruits of their labour, for these are gifts from God. (Ecclesiastes 3.1)
So relax, take the seasonal approach, be happy, eat, drink and be merry, enjoy the days that you are able, because eternity will prevail, and the canola will continue to flourish.