To Everything There's a Season

 

It has been more than six months since I updated this blog.

As always, to do so has often been at the back of my mind, but the usual reason prevailed: to wait for a more opportune time to do it.

And when will that opportune time ever come? That is the million dollar question.

Well, finally I had the push to open this blog again, at 3 o'clock in the morning. 

This will not be a full post, just an introduction to the new season I am in.

That's right, I am entering a new season.

I'm turning over a new leaf.

The prophet Habakkuk says,

Write the vision

And make it plain on tablets,

That he may run who reads it.

For the vision is yet for an appointed time;

But at the end it will speak, and it will not lie.

Though it tarries, wait for it;

Because it will surely come,

It will not tarry.

The context of that passage refers to something else, however, I believe that it is also a vision that God is giving me. To write it and to make it plain is to give life to it, like speaking it into existence. 

I am quite excited to see how everything will turn out.

According to the website Learn English Idioms, to turn over a new leaf means:

- to alter your behavior in a positive way 

- to start fresh 

- to change course 

- to start afresh 

- to change track 

It is interesting to note that the “leaf” in this phrase does not refer to the leaf on a tree, but rather the pages in a book. 

In the 16th century the pages of a book were referred to as leaves. The allusion to turning over to a blank page and starting over has been used since the 1500s. Even though it has not always meant “change for the better” it has always meant that you are starting over. When you turn to a new, clean page you are leaving the past behind you and starting over. (Source) 

My motivation for this has been confirmed by these words from Song of Songs 2:11-13, and I quote:

The season has changed, the bondage of your barren winter has ended, and the season of hiding is over and gone. The rains have soaked the earth and left it bright with blossoming flowers. The season for singing and pruning the vines has arrived. I hear the cooing of doves in our land, filling the air with songs to awaken you and guide you forth. 

Can you not discern this new day of destiny breaking forth around you? The early signs of my purposes and plans are bursting forth. The budding vines of new life are now blooming everywhere. The fragrance of their flowers whispers, “There is change in the air.” Arise, my love, my beautiful companion, and run with me to the higher place. For now is the time to arise and come away with me.

So watch this space for my next update. There will definitely be more to come.

It's a new season, and I'm so looking forward to all that Abba Father has in store.