There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: (Ecclesiastes 3:1 NIV)
Here we are, January 18, 2013. I survived the holidays and due to the unseasonably warm temperatures, the winter season seems to be quickly passing. Nothing like three years ago, when we experienced record-breaking snowfalls and it was declared the coldest winter ever. Three years ago today, I learned how literal the “coldest winter ever” was and how the quoted scripture applies to everyday life.
Maybe that day three years ago wasn’t a good time. Or maybe something more tragic would have happened down the line that would have been more painful. Either way, His plans were above my own. Yet still He has never failed me.
While I look back and think of how much time has passed, the feelings are the same. I lost our daughter, and part of me went with her. Each day that passes, she is on my mind. I’m making it solely by God’s grace and my family’s love. I anticipate the day when the trumpet sounds and the dead in Christ will rise, and those that remain will be caught up in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. (1 Thess. 4:16-18)
I have learned to put my plans in God’s hands, praying constantly to be in accordance with His will for my life. Through the evidence of the changing of seasons, from winter to spring, He makes all things beautiful in His time. I hold onto the hope of Christ’s return, to be reunited with our daughter, and other loved ones we have lost.
At the right time. At the right season. Until then…