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Everything In Its Time - Ecclesiastes 3: 1,2

Life has it’s many seasons every purpose in it’s right time wherever we are there’s a plan whether in life’s dotage or it’s prime There’s a time to come forth into life to take the first breath but also when you breath your last that marks your time of death In all of life there is time to plant that little speck of seed then later will grow to fruition where you pluck it up for it’s need Such is all the cycle of life everything was it’s proper season making most of what you’re given working out it’s truest reason (‘To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to pluck what is planted.’ Ecclesiastes ch. 3 vs. 1-2 )

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