To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven
I have been thinking about 'seasons' lately. There are seasons of life just as there are seasons of nature. As with the seasons of nature, the seasons of life are beyond our control. Sometimes they change very quickly. The wise person is the one who understands what season they are in, and does the work of that season.
More than that, the wise person also understand that the being born, dying, sowing, harvesting, loving, hating tearing down and building up are not interruptions to our life- they are our life. I love the insights of Joan Chittister: