"Time isn't just a fleeting thing. It never moves forward without engraving its mark upon the heart—sometimes a stab, sometimes a tender touch, sometimes a vise grip of spikes, sometimes a mortal wound. But always an imprint." Ravi Zacharias
To everything -- a season, and a time to every delight under the heavens:
A time to bring forth,
And a time to die.
A time to plant,
And a time to eradicate the planted.
A time to slay,
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 skip.
A time to cast away stones,
And a time to heap up stones.
A time to embrace,
And a time to be far from embracing.
A time to seek,
And a time to destroy.
A time to keep,
And a time to cast away.
A time to rend,
And a time to sew.
A time to be silent,
And a time to speak.
A time to love,
And a time to hate.
A time of war,
And a time of peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 YLT
