a time for work and a time for play

 1 To every thing there is a ^aseason, and a ^btime to every purpose under the heaven:

 2 A ^atime to be born, and a time to ^bdie; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

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

 4 A time to weep, and a time to ^alaugh; a time to ^bmourn, and a time to dance;

This is Ecclesiastes 3:1-4.  

But this is how it reads in my life.  

eh-hem (or hem hem if you are Prof. Umbridge...right? :)  )

1. To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven (even when you don't understand it, so quit being a whiner and just ask your Father in Heaven what you can learn from it you ding-dong.)

2. A time to be born, (check!), and a time to die, (not check, although sometimes I feel so sick it feels like I am dying...but that's a different story); a time to water Sharon's plants, and that time when your family realized that they could no longer have a flower garden in the front yard because no one could pluck up the weeds that Mother Nature had planted.

3. A time to kill the gross spiders that sneak into your apartment, and a time to heal (one day this will come.); a time to break down (yes, it is okay to have break down moments.  It is in the scriptures.  You are allowed to not be strong all the time), and a time to build up (this means me and the people around me.)

4. A time to weep, and a time to laugh (I might laugh more than weep...); a time to mourn, and a time to dance (any kind of dancing mind you.)

4.5. A time to work, and a time to play; a time to study, and a time to watch movies; a time to sleep, and a time to frolic in the park...

No, I don't normally take scriptures and morph them into my own kind of verses.  But I have been thinking about this a lot lately.  

Life has seasons.  No, I don't mean the weather-y kind of seasons, although those are quite lovely.  What I mean is that there are different things that we go through in our lives.  We all pass through the good and the bad.  We have days we dance and days we mourn.  

Lately I have been thinking about this part: a time to break down, and a time to build up;  

I never remember this.  I keep thinking that have to be strong.  I have to be brave.  I have to face this illness head on. 

But it is okay to break down.  It is okay to not be okay all the time.  Because someone out there needs a chance to help build me up.  

I don't know if this makes any sense at all...but I am posting it anyway because well...it's what I do.

And now it is time to work.  So that later I can have time to sleep.  

Success.