A fellow-learner in a class I taught shared thoughts about the tendency of many women to fight depression in the fall of the year. She reminded us that Psalm 1 suggests that we are all to be like trees planted by a stream—trees which bear fruit “in . . . season.”
Her insight? That even trees don’t flower and bear fruit all the time—only in season. But men and women alike seem to think that we should be bearing fruit all the time; we punish ourselves when we’re not. She was teaching us the beauty of personal dormancy: we must allow for it and accept it joyfully. . . . A time of inner strength—gathering for a better bloom later.
Blessed is the man
Who walks not in the counsel of the ungodly,
Nor stands in the path of sinners,
Nor sits in the seat of the scornful;
But his delight is in the law of the LORD,
And in His law he meditates day and night.
He shall be like a tree
Planted by the rivers of water,
That brings forth its fruit in its season.
To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven . . .
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted . . .
A time to break down,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time to laugh.
From Joy for the Journey: Morning and Evening © 2014 by Thomas Nelson (Thomas Nelson, Inc.) Used by permission. Order your copy of this 365-day Women of Faith devotional now.