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 has been 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 cast 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 cast away;
a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace.
A time to break down. That’s my current season, even as the building up finds its way in, every time like a surprise.
Sifting through layers of my life has allowed me to see the core of my identity, years of running, and misplaced affections. Lingering in this season is scary, but it’s necessary. Breaking down can feel like failure or giving up, but in reality it wipes away the facade. And the scarier part comes in letting people see the breakdown and in learning to explain how you are changing and why. Some people have been disappointed, yet others have come alongside and slowly commence the build-up process.
Which seasons define your life currently? How do you feel being in that particular season? Who is coming alongside you?