This One Thing Remains
To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven
Time to be quiet
Unpack the content of the heart,
Like last year’s Christmas decoration
Motives, desires, future hopes, present quests and past dreams
All glaring, asking to be acknowledged
Every experience ignored requesting to be seen and heard.
No longer willing to be shoved aside
Demanding to be released
Sunny dispositions and borderline denials
Could no longer mask the ugly truth
Every source of comfort poof, disappeared,
Even the church shut its doors
Forced to face the stillness
Behold, it was time to get to the basics
Befriend the uncertainties
The light masked in darkness
Time to finally see what truly mattered,
The bare necessities
Food, Shelter, God and Family
Everything else truly is vanity
Time to look within
What has filled your Jar, your foundation?
Rocks – Family, God given destiny
Pebbles – what matters just slightly
Or Sand -life full of meaningless activity?
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven
Perhaps it is a time to pluck up which is planted, perhaps it is time to plant again
Perhaps NOW is the time to empty out the Jar, and put things in Divine Order.