Seasons

a symphony to melodious reawakenings.

Published Thursday, November 13, 2008 by p-h-i-l | E-mail this post

"How do geese know when to fly to the sun? Who tells them the seasons? How do we, humans know when it is time to move on? As with the migrant birds, so surely with us, there is a voice within if only we would listen to it, that tells us certainly when to go forth into the unknown."

At a distance we all stand waiting, clueless and frighten of what could be. But beyond the status quo and my own simple understanding, I'll hold on to the one promise I always have; He makes all things beautiful in His time.

He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end. Ecclesiastes 3:11