Things change . . .

Ecclesiastes 3 . . .

For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:

2 a time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
3 a time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4 a time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5 a time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6 a time to seek, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to throw away;
7 a time to tear, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8 a time to love, and a time to hate;
a time for war, and a time for peace

Sometimes . . .when life seems good . . .it would just be nice to not change - for things not to change.  I know the old saying - if you aren't growing, you are dying . . .and I guess in order to grow, one must change and THINGS must change but sometimes . . .sometimes . . .

This was the view from our screen porch - just a few weeks ago.  We had our own little copse of trees.  We could hear the wind rustle through the leaves.  Even though we could see the side street through the trees, it felt like we had a little privacy.

Alas . . .things change.  Last week, on a gorgeous day - blue skies, just a few clouds floating around . . .they cut down our trees.  Well, they weren't actually our trees so I guess I can't say anything.  But I'm going to tell you that I almost cried over a few trees.  This was last Tuesday - I work from home on Tuesday afternoons as I cook and prepare for Tuesday night.  I had planned to take my laptop onto the screened in porch . . .and work (because as you can see, it was an incredibly beautiful January day in the south!) . . .instead . . .there were men staring right into our porch.  I am not kidding.  At one point, I was in our bathroom and I think if I had made any noise at all - we won't talk about bathroom noises - I think they would have been able to hear me!  (of course, I don't make any noise!)

They have now leveled the lot and I wonder what I will find this afternoon. Perhaps, the markings for a foundation?  Things change.  I'm going to have some new neighbors soon.  I'm going to have a courtyard soon.  Those are good things!

There is a time for everything . . .a time to break down, and a time to build up.