For everything there is a season...

I got this message a while back and want to share it today. It’s a mantra that I try to repeat to myself when I don’t understand why something is the way it is. When confronted with the ever present reality that most of life is beyond my control I pray. It’s cathartic at best and harmless at worst. Praying for others is especially difficult, looking for meaning in the answers when outcomes don’t turn out as anticipated can be especially so. But it’s important and necessary and good.

The end of the message offered only this truth: Prayers do get answered; tho I'm not sure by whom. We sometimes do not like the answers.