Even Life Has Potholes

A few weeks ago, my cell phone alerted me to a call from my husband who had hit a pothole and damaged the tire rim. I jumped out of my PJ’s and drove to his aid (I got to hold the flashlight while he changed the tire). Luckily, the rim did not gather much damage and was bend back to original shape. The tire didn’t make it.

This got me thinking about Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 – especially, “To everything there is a season”.

I have always lived in a climate where the seasons change. Of course, winter is my least favorite because of the cold weather. There are some periods of relief, but it is to give one the stamina to withstand the next blast of cold air and snow that blankets the earth.

Usually when Mother Nature gives us a small reprieve, it allows for one thing: potholes. The thawing and refreezing of the pavement is the perfect recipe for the ground to birth a new pothole.  Before social media, our local radio station would wake you up in the morning to announce where the latest potholes had been discovered. Some of the local jokes compared them to ‘swallowing a bus’. Today, even Domino’s Pizza offers to fix potholes in your neighborhood so your drive will not create disaster for dinner.

So how does a pothole compare to Ecclesiastes? To everything there is a season: potholes are a part of winter. Just like potholes, depression settles into our lives during these bleak months and once you fall in, you feel as though, there is no hope. You trip and fall in because the seasonal depression has made you tired, or your heart is feeling dark, swollen, sad, and lonely or you just have lost your mojo.  Suddenly, you are deflated and in need of being pumped up.

If you keep reading the scripture a few passages down it says “he has made everything beautiful in his time.” All of these seasons we go through, they are for a reason in order to grow and evolve. There will be times when we feel deflated and that nothing is going our way, but I think we have to look at our overall picture and Gods big plan for us. We are but strings of yarn on this big tapestry that Gods is creating. It will take awhile to finish, but once it is completed we can see final finished art the artist was envisioning.

“For everything there is a season, and
a time for every matter under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up
what is planted;
a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to
build up;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to throw away stones, and a
time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to
refrain from embracing;
a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to
throw away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.”

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