Last night, my friend Jo comforts me by saying, “It just takes time. It’s going to take some time.” As you know, I’m not very good at being sick. I’m not brave, stoic, or positive while vomiting or fighting the chills.
I’m dramatic, negative, and hopeless. I see no end to it. My friend just keeps soothing me with her quiet voice on the phone: It just takes time.
I remember from Ecclesiastes the wise words that “He has made everything beautiful in its time.” In Ecclesiastes 3, I recall the wonder that there’s a time for everything, and it’s not all going to be happy or fun.
“There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
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 from embracing,
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.”
I’m so thankful that “in its time”, God makes all things beautiful. But it’s going to take some time.
Sure enough, I’m starting to feel like myself again.
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Don’t you love this passage of scripture?