Tuesday
The Mixed Bag of Time and Seasons
Father, I begin this day by opening my hands to You. I release my schedule, my expectations, and the unseen pressures already pressing on me. Help me listen to Your Word instead of the voice of hurry.
Read: Ecclesiastes 3:1–8
These verses are not detached poetry. They describe real life inside the grind. They are not a prescription for how I must feel; they are a statement of fact: all of these seasons will touch my life. Life is a mixed bag—sweet and bitter, life and death, laughter and tears, peace and conflict. I often want life in pieces, not as a whole. I want the sweet parts, the easy parts, the marshmallows, and I resist the bitter, lean, confusing parts. But Ecclesiastes will not let me read life that way.
Lord, what season am I resisting right now? Where have I been demanding only the sweet parts of life while refusing the harder parts that You may be using in me? Help me see that this season is not proof that You have left me. Help me trust that You are present in the whole of life, not only in the parts I would have chosen.
God of every season, I yield this present time to You. I release my demand to understand it fully or escape it quickly. Give me grace to live faithfully in the season I am in, and not in the one I wish I were in. Amen.