by Dana Randall (Team Member, Executive Leadership Coach)

On this my 4th trip to Rwanda I was struck by the impact of time. 

It had been more than a year since I had visited the Cyimbili coffee plantation and IWE the girls school. I was immediately astounded by the contrast between my last visit and the scene now.  God's provision was everywhere, in the maturing of the land, the improvements to property and grounds and the personal development of each Alarm staff member.  It reminded me of Ecclesiastes 3, “He has made everything beautiful in its time.”

I began to see and better understand the words of Solomon, "for everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven...  A time to plant and a time to harvest... A time to cry and a time to laugh.  A time to grieve and a time to dance."   

Life is seems to be comprised of opposite experiences in balance. We may want to speed through an experience or skip it all together.  Or linger too long in another. But God appoints each to its season.  And each season is what makes us whole.

The women that are part of the WLTI (women's leadership and training institute) understand the cyclical nature of life.  The rainy season is followed by the harvest.  A time of remembrance proceeds anticipation of the future. Experience has taught them the inevitable cycles of nature that rule the physical world. Yet they also have a deep understanding that while we belong to this world through our physical existence, we in fact belong to another world by our souls. There exists a spark of eternity in their eyes.   

That spark ignites as I watch them lift their voices in worship. Their souls are touching eternity. Unhindered praise expressing uncontainable joy.  I am envious only for a moment.  For they also have an infectious nature to their worship, freely inviting all who are weary or hungry to join.  May I savor the taste of heaven they freely offered.  

So for that current irritation that I want remedy from, or the pleasurable moments I'd like to dwell in indefinitely, help me remember my Rwandan friends.  Help me grasp the truth they have come to know.  There is a season ordained by God for everything, a necessitated balance to make all things beautiful in its time.  May I follow their example to rest, to savor, and let me freely offer the hope of eternity to all I encounter.