A Time for Everything
December 11, 2009
All of mans work is meaningless, a chasing after the wind
Ecc. 2:3-8
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
The logs are all piled in the woodshed for winter heat, the fire in the stove is lit, the underground tubes are pouring hot air into the house, so why is our house so dog-gone COLD? I was out taking pictures this morning and chanced upon the culprit, Emma-stealing wood from the woodpile. Maybe she thinks wood is a big prize since we throw it around all the time. We ‘get wood’ all year round, cutting it, piling it, burning it…… wood, wood, wood. Maybe she has a little side business with the neighbors perhaps? I spooked her with my camera, so she decided to bury her hunk of prize wood somewhere out of my prying lens. Come spring we might find Emmas’ wood pile, but for now it is her secret.
