I love being around people. I love all the sharing that goes on. From sharing stories, frustrations, weird dreams, class discussions, passions, desires, who’s cute, who’s not, the list goes on and on. I believe community makes us better for each other. But could there also be a season of cutting back on people time, and increasing solitude time.
In the book of Ecclesiastes King Solomon has reached old age, and writes what I would call a “this is what I’ve learned” book. His guidance sound much like one a grandfather would give his grandchildren. My favorite chapter in the book, and possibly even throughout scipture is Ecclesiastes 3:1-6
A Time for Everything
3 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.
When I read this I hear Grandpa Solomon say that life is lived out through seasons. I hear him say no one season defines the entirety of your life. I hear him say all is healthy to go through if carefully balanced out.
I needed this truth as I toyed with the idea of solitude. I feared that I would come to enjoy not being around people so much that I’d never want to be social again. But this verse speaks truth to me. We live in and out of seasons. And this is my season to pull back, and find God in the solitude.
I think the comforting understanding that this new season is one God has lead me to, and when it’s time He’ll lead me out of it.