One day last week I had one of those days, sandwich days they’re called.  I knew I needed to start it with Jesus on the sidewalk, so I began the day with a run.  It didn’t slow down much from there and I didn’t find the time to change out of my running clothes until late afternoon.  It was one of those days where you pull out a 1980’s typewriter as the only possible solution to a business problem.  Plan’s A and B cave and by the time you get to Plan F even the 80’s have something to offer.

Late that afternoon as I went to shower and change out of those running clothes I discovered that I had been wearing my pants backwards all day.  It was only then that I recalled having noted how odd that they’d put a company logo right there in the front.  

Fast forward just one week.  I took my time getting laundry going and answering emails.  I piddled around the house slowly before getting ready to go for that run.  I was, therefore, a little bit later in running than I might normally be.  Each morning I get the sheer joy of watching 13 geese breakfast on the lawn.  On this particular morning I saw something I had not seen before.  They sat down.  I’d never seen them sitting on the lawn like that.   That’s when it occurred to me: for everything there is a season.  For every season where you’re too slammed to realize your pants are on backwards, there’s a season when you’ve worked over that breakfast long enough to sit and enjoy the morning sun.  

He has made everything beautiful in its time.      Ecclesiastes 3:11

My sandwich day was lovely.  My late run with resting geese?  Lovely.  

There is a season for everything under the sun.  The trick is realizing which season you’re in and calling it beautiful.