King Solomon, the wisest man who ever lived, wrote this in Ecclesiastes 3
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
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 from embracing,
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.
This spring the Lord told my husband “It’s time.” Okay…time for what? We had no idea what the Lord had planned. We had some ideas and started walking down the road towards them, but doors just didn’t open. We did not want to get ahead of the Lord, force things. We pushed on some doors and when they did not open, we waited.
Tim continued to apply for jobs, pray, seek godly counsel, in short do all those things that we knew to do to be faithful in doing our part. We laid down all our own plans, dreams, preconceived ideas about how things should go and just said Lord, do with us and through us and in us, whatever You want. This was in June. Well you all know how VBS went from my last post. Just a constant reminder of the Lord’s care for us. Tim applied for a job at Via Christi. 2 months more of uncertainty, no income (other than friends and family), periodic interviews, and we finally come to August 21st, when an offer is made. His first day will be 18 months to the day from the day he lost his job.
It’s a great job with good people, a generous raise from his last job, and a promotion in title. It’s going to mean adjustments. Tim has worked from home (or not worked as the case may be) for 5 years. 2 of my kids have never known dad working away from home. Being gone when they wake up and not available at all hours of the day for a snuggle or chat, will be new. Tim can’t work in sweats and slippers from our bedroom. I won’t have to keep the kids downstairs and quiet during work hours either.
Yet we are excited about the future and hopeful that the time of tearing down, of mourning, of sickness, of weeping, and uprooting is over, and a time of building up, dancing, laughing, healing, and planting is beginning. (My 5 yr old is just excited that that the 10 of us can share more than one 2 liter of Dr. Pepper every day 😉 But whatever my lot, God has taught me to say, “It is well, it is well with my soul”.