Almost March.

Time is Marching on. I don't have much to say, but really wanted to get that sort of gross spinning picture off the top slot, even though it did convey the seriousness that I see displayed on some of said spinners.

It's almost March. 2011. 7 years. 7 is supposed to be a perfect number, a number of completion.

May it be so in our lives. New season, completed cycle, bring 8- the number of new beginnings on.

I'm supposed to speak on Ecclesiastes 3 at the upcoming women's retreat. On March 11th.

If anybody out there still visits here, please pray for me.

What are they thinking, asking me? Eccl. 3. The "To everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven." passage.

Seeing as I don't really have any words to put to this,

I'll just quote it. And maybe you'll see something yourself.

"A time to be born,

And a time to die;

A time to plant,

And a time to pluck what is planted;

A time to kill,

And a time to heal;

A time to break down,

And a time to build up;

A time to weep,

And a time to laugh;

A time to mourn,

And a time to dance;

A time to cast away stones,

And a time to gather stones;

A time to embrace,

And a time to refrain from embracing;

A time to gain,

And a time to lose;

A time to keep,

And a time to throw away;

A time to tear,

And a time to sew;

A time to keep silence,

And a time to speak;

A time to love,

And a time to hate;

A time of war,

And a time of peace."

" He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also, He has put eternity in their hearts, except that no one can find out the work that God does from beginning to end."