To everything there is a season,
a time for every purpose 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 from embracing.
A time to search, and a time to give up.
A time to keep, and a time to let go.
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.
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
(Ecclesiastes 3:1–11)
These are the seasons of life that every one of us must go through. Everything in this life has an expiry date—except the love of God.
This is a personal reminder to myself, especially in this season I’m in. I was frustrated when three weeks passed and nothing seemed to bear fruit.
I started doubting myself. I judged myself harshly—I felt like a failure, like I wasn’t good enough. I even began to believe I was being punished for my past mistakes. It spiraled downward until I didn’t even recognize myself.
But thank God for my husband, who caught me before I fell deeper into that pit. He held my hand and reminded me: This is the season of planting, not the season of harvest.
It takes time. We may not know if our seeds have landed in fertile soil or on rocky ground—but we keep planting anyway.
Our role is to obey and remain consistent. The outcomes—the results—belong to God.
As long as each day we choose to do something good, something aligned with our conscience, we are planting seeds. And that means we are on the right path.
Patience is built in the waiting. Growth happens in the unseen. Every small task we complete is a step closer to the fruit we hope for.
Keep planting. Keep trusting. Your season of harvest will come.
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