Carrie Cox’s Corner

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
I’ve been thankful for this season of writing, of reflecting, this time of Thanksgiving. It has really warmed my heart. It has daily caused my gaze to be cast upward.

A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

I’ve reflected on births, deaths, seeds, the resurrection, the new birth, the Lord’s death, and change-when it seems that the roots you had planted deeper were uprooted.

A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;

For it me it has been a time of healing. I feel my heart and spirit being built up again. I’ve been beginning to rebuild some things in my own life.

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance:

As I’ve written down some of the things that have been hidden and pondered in my heart, I’ve wept. I’ve relived them. I’ve mourned. But also, I’ve laughed. I’ve laughed reading them to myself, to others. I’ve felt authentic joy. Even last night, as we were watching the streets come alive with the sights and sounds of Christmas, I even danced with my niece to the big band Carol of Jingle Bells.

A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

I’ve thrown rocks at trees, and I’ve used stones to build a memorial. A place of pain-a sacrifice-transforms into a place of peace.

A time to get, and a time to lose: a time to keep, and a time to cast away.

I’ve cast away a few things this time, but as I’ve counted my blessings, they have far outweighed the loss.

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

I’ve reflected on my old love story and felt my heart warmed again at the amazing man I chose to marry. As I’ve written this month, cease fires have been signed in the world, but even in my own heart, I have found peace.

God does know what He is doing. He did have a plan.

As I’ve set and reflected, I have realized:

He hath made every thing beautiful in his time.

(Thoughts and reflections on Ecclesiastes chapter 3).