The teachers at my school are here today, and I am not. Inservice began this week, and school starts next.
I am here. God has given me this time. I need to rest. I am blessed.
I do believe the sorrow I have had came from feeling rejected. God knows what He is doing. He will not reject me. He has already accepted me through Christ. There is so much more ahead. I need to remember this. He is with me.
So resting is just what I shall do.
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which 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 cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; 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, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. What profit hath he that worketh in that wherein he laboureth? I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.
He hath made every thing beautiful in His time..."