To Every Thing There Is A Season

. . . a time to every purpose under the heaven . . .

A time to be home, and a time to be in the workforce

After 16 years as a stay-at-home or a write-at-home mom, I took a full-time job in the circulation department of our local newspaper. The night before my first day of work I worried I would go to bed as a mother, a nurturer, a teacher, and then, overnight, I would wake up as someone else. I woke up as myself, just in a different season—one that had already arrived.

A time to teach, and a time to test that which was taught

That season started when my youngest child became the last one to move into the “growing up to be responsible” stage. It would have gone unnoticed becasue I didn’t have a reason to expect more, and they didn’t have a reason to give it. Now they do, and they’ve already shown their increased capacity.

They’ve kept us on our laundry schedule and rotated the batches for me. The child assigned on the job chart to make dinner is now actually coming into the kitchen, and in some cases, making it on his or her own. They may not be nurturing each other like I wish I could, but they might just learn how to fill in each other’s gaps.

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

For the past couple of years, we’ve broken life down to the bare essentials. My husband had an accident, the economy slowed and my opportunities changed. Our healing—physical, emotional and spiritual—required that pause. I scraped off my plate. And now, after a long wait, it is time to build it up again.

A time to run for public office

“What? Just like that?” I asked him. “Yes, I told you I was thinking about running for city council.”  “But I thought you meant in the future. That vague future of someday you’ll do that. I didn’t think you meant now.”

He meant now. Paul filed to run for city council today. A week after I started my new season, he begins one of his own. I imagine all of these times will be in the season ahead:

A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance

A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak

A time to love.


  1. David
    Aug 18, 2010

    Congratulations – you have done well!

    I hope it goes well at work and that PH wins a seat on the council.

  2. Liz
    Aug 19, 2010

    WOW! Cheers to both of you for pursuing your passions.

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