Happy Sunday and welcome to my second “Scripture Sunday” post! I hope you have had a great weekend. If you didn’t read my first “Scripture Sunday” post (linked here if you’d like to read it), these posts are basically a Bible verse(s) that has been inspiring and speaking to me recently along with some interpretation into my life that will hopefully play into yours as well. I love today’s verses and I think you will like them too. As I said last time, if the Christian religion offends you for whatever reason, by all means continue to scroll and read some other recent posts.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8; There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
Last weekend I had minimal homework, so I spent it catching up on some assignments due in the next week and spending a ton of time with a few of my closest friends. It was a great weekend that I finished feeling energized and prepared for the week ahead. On Sunday night I showered, made my bag lunch for school on Monday, picked out an outfit, and packed my lacrosse bag for our first official week of lacrosse season; tryouts.
I’m just going to say it, I’m not a super athletic person. I actually started playing lacrosse in eighth grade as a last resort because I was terrible at every other sport I had tried. Sports have never come easy to me and I’ve always had to put in extra work to be as good as my friends. That being said, I went to all of the optional practices and conditioning our coaches have offered since September (except two. I seriously only missed two, and that was when I was working on the homecoming float) to try to improve. Honestly I really think I got a lot better during “fall ball” but this past week I was still so nervous going into tryouts. Last year I was on the junior varsity team and this year I desperately wanted to make varsity. I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it.
When I packed up my school bags on Monday, having finished all of the work I could possibly do to prepare for the week, I expected the schoolwork to be reasonably manageable. I did not expect to be assigned twenty-five chemistry questions that each had five or more parts and a four page history packet that were both due on Friday. I didn’t expect to take two tests and a quiz. I didn’t expect to be assigned my first essay with my new English teacher who apparently grades with a completely different rubric. Another thing worth mentioning; lacrosse practice is significantly harder (and a little longer) during tryout week. The coaches purposely push us harder in our conditioning and have us do more drills than actual game situation practice so they can prepare us for the season and really see our skills so they can make good choices when placing each player. I have never been so physically exhausted and sore as I was this week. I’ll admit, I’m definitely a stay-up-late-and-get-all-the-homework-done type of girl, but I was physically too tired to stay up past 10:30PM every day this week. I spent a few nights this week coming home after lacrosse practice at 5:45PM practically in tears, wondering how on Earth I was going to finish all of the work I was assigned.
I prayed. I pushed. I finished. That’s my only explanation for how I got through the week. I gave my all at lacrosse tryouts every day. I utilized every minute my teachers gave me to do work in class. I prayed every night when I felt overwhelmed. I just told myself that Friday night, after finding out what team I was on at our last day of tryouts, I would be able to relax. I would be able to go to sleep and not think about how many spots should be available on the varsity team this year or the oxidation numbers of polyatomic ions or the Atlantic slave trade or why Creon from Antigone was a tragic hero. I was reminded of a few Bible verses my grandmother read to me after my grandfather’s death a few years ago; Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. Verse one says “There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens” which gave me peace of mind, knowing that even if I didn’t ace all of my tests or make varsity, there will be a time for that if it is God’s will. Verse four of the chapter continues to say “a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance,” which gave me strength to persevere to the weekend, the time for laughing and dancing.
Thursday night I found the energy to stay up a little later to complete what was left of my chemistry work and study for my Spanish test. I went into school confidently and while I haven’t received any grades from the test and quiz I took, I felt pretty good about them. I turned in all of my assignments complete, on time, and as correct as I could make them. I went to lacrosse after school where I feared getting told that I would spend a third year on JV, but my coach told me she wanted to move me up to varsity. My best friend came over at 6:15PM and we had pizza then drove to Krispy Kreme in our pajamas. It was a good night, a fun night of contentment celebrating a hard week finally coming to an end. The time for laughing and dancing had come.
Even if it seems like your time for laughing and dancing is out of sight, know that God has already set the date. Know that His will is the most important path to follow, even if you don’t quite understand where you’re going yet. If times are hard, see the light at the end of the tunnel, and if you don’t see it, pretend it’s there. It will come.
Thanks for reading! Have a wonderful week.