Sometimes...

The writer of Ecclesiastes speaks of there being a time for everything, and everything in its time.  A time to live, a time to die; a time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together.  

I can*t help but hum the melody to Turn, Turn, Turn in my head as I write this:

To everything,

Turn, turn, turn;

There is a season,

Turn, turn, turn.

Daylight savings time starts this Sunday.  Already?  I think.  It*s not time yet.  We lose an hour this weekend.  There are purple crocuses in full bloom next to the church office entrance, and buds on something else which some say will be tulips, and some say daffodils.  The days are lengthening, spring is springing, all a bit early this year. 

Sometimes  I am not in synch with the program, the timing of things.  Sometimes, like now, I watch things happen, and wonder if I will catch up.  Sometimes others need to carry things, and I need to let them, knowing I will do the same for them sometime.

Consider this:

Where are you today?  Is it time to allow someone else to do the carrying?  Is it your time to pick up the slack?  So often we forget we are part of a whole community of people.  We forget it is ok to ask for help.  Somehow offering help is a little easier on our egos.  But really, where are you today?