1 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
9 What do workers gain from their toil? 10 I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yetno one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 12 I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. 13 That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God.
During our busy, unsettled summer, as we searched for a new house and then strove to make it home, I kept on reminding myself of Ecclesiastes 3. This was a season and it would pass. Sure enough, September came around, our house was set up, and we began to create wonderful new rhythms in our shared home with our new housemates. And I feel fortunate that this new rhythm has included ample time for cooking and canning!
For almost every weekend in September, I had the opportunity to take home some recently harvested fruits and vegetables and preserve them. I’m still new to canning, and so each time I marvel at the process of preservation. What a gift it is to be able to celebrate the goodness of the harvest throughout the year! Praise God for how we pass through seasons. And praise God for these delicious reminders of his goodness, which we experience again and again.