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“There is a time and a season for everything.” When I read this passage from Ecclesiastes and see all the seasons that are listed, I am forced to ask myself a question. How many seasons of the harvest have I lost? An honest answer causes me to see that I’ve missed opportunities due to a host of problems. Every little excuse I could think of and claim as my own, petty problems covered with indifference, even contentment with my own relationship with God has caused a poor harvest. Each of these excuses has been treated like a valuable gem by me. It seems I’ve embraced a season of wastefulness. Maybe now it’s time to quit gathering those stones together. I think I’ll try the season of casting them aside and see what else I can gather. Maybe I can bring some new souls to God. Now wouldn’t that be a season I’ve rejoicing?
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