For Everything There is a Season, and Time Waits for no Man

“Time and tide wait for no man” (

Sitting here alone in the house, just me, two dogs and an entitled cat, there is plenty of time to think…and reminiscence. There is a coolness to the breeze coming in the doorway that shows the seasons are changing. I noticed acorns and leaves across the path the other day and I’ve heard acorns hitting the roof. The Dogwood trees have leaves that are beginning to change to their Autumn dress. Others will follow. Summer will give way to Autumn and Autumn to Winter. The warm temperatures I love, and the colors of summer will give way to the cool and dreary days of Winter. It must be this way because for everything there is a season. Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

It is the same with life. As children we live life without thinking of time. Though at one point we begin to dream of being older and doing more grown up things. As adults we see the moment and the struggles we face, in the moment. We don’t so much see time passing until suddenly we look in the mirror and wonder what happened. More so as we watch our own parents growing older before us.

When I lost my husband, I felt abandoned. That I had been left alone and adrift. Left to face a life and battle what was to come with no one by my side. When I lost my brother, a part of my heart was gone. When I lost my job, laid off due to Covid, I felt betrayed. I felt that I had been repeated lied to and that thirty years of my life had been wasted. It took quite a while before I realized that everything that had happened, had purpose.

Life is a journey. As we travel, we will face many storms and struggles. We don’t know what awaits around that next curve in the road, but God knows. We see things in minutes, days, years. For God, there is no time. He sees all, what was, what is, what will be. He has a plan and all things work out for the good of His plans. We may not understand everything at the moment, but eventually we will have answers.

When I was working, I was almost always working. I worked all the hours I could, especially after my husband passed as there were bills to be paid. When I wasn’t at the plant, I was catching up on things at home. Always busy doing something, very little time left for anything else. My husband, as good a man as he was, he was jealous of the relationship I had with my parents. I could make all manner of guesses about why my brother was taken home so early, but I won’t. I do know that after he passed, a lot of things changed.

After the anger had faded over losing my job and how it went about, I began to understand and realize. Not working meant I could be here, that I was here for my folks who needed me. Over the course of almost three years I’ve been out of work there have been many times where it was good that I was here. I have been able to do what I could not have if I were still working. It wasn’t my idea, but God’s to put me where I was needed. I am blessed. Even as I watch the changes taking place. Even as I see their good and not so good days. Even as I get those calls asking if I could take them somewhere, if I could go make a food run, if I could come change a light bulb or walk the dog. Each one a gift, because they are still here to ask.

I see the memes posted on social media commenting that people who still have their parents don’t know how blessed they are. Oh yes I do. Both of my parents have lost not only their parents but also all their siblings. They have also lost a son. Because there is a season, and time waits for no man.

Earlier on social media another of those “People who cherish their other half, join in by posting a photo of you together….”Obviously I can’t, and that brought that stab of grief, but it will pass. Just as time passes. Sometimes quickly, sometimes so slowly, but it will pass. And the passing of time concerns me, even as there is nothing I can do. I watch my parents, as I try to do everything I possibly can for them. I watch them struggle to do the things that were once so easy. I watch them as they determinedly make their way, giving in only when they know there is no other choice. And I walk with them, I drive them, I do what I can as I watch time passing.

My mother will mention how she misses her mother. She misses her dad, but as she said, you always have a special bond with your mother. Every time she shares a part of her youth, or mentions her mother, my own memories return. For now, I will do everything I can for them, building up as many cherished memories as possible. Memories of each season, each change, of every moment together. I will remember the times that were, the moments that are, and the hoped and prayed for memories to come. Recognizing and realizing that time waits for no man and we never know when our time will be done.

Once upon a memory
Taken a few years back. I do miss you Michael.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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3 Responses to For Everything There is a Season, and Time Waits for no Man

  1. leendadll says:

    I’m sorry for your losses.

    Now is a time to figure out who YOU are deep inside, without outside influence. Go explore your interests & dreams!! I find they don’t all work out great (most do) but it’s a heck of a lot of fun to finally experience the things I’ve thought about.

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