Sometimes, a song finds you right where you are.
The other day, it was John Lennon’s Imagine for me. For a few quiet minutes, I drifted into that world he sang about — a place without borders or battles, without the endless tug-of-war of religion or politics. A place where humanity simply was.

But as the last note faded, another lyric began to echo in my heart. Not from a song on the radio, but from one written long before Lennon was born:

“To everything there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under heaven.”
— Ecclesiastes 3:1

Maybe Lennon was longing for the same peace Solomon wrote about — he just imagined it through a different lens. One dreamed of a world made right by removing what divides us; the other reminded us that life itself moves in rhythms — birth and death, joy and sorrow, gain and loss — and that there’s a divine timing to it all.

When I think about the seasons of my own life — the breaking and the healing, the silence and the songs — I realize peace doesn’t come by pretending there’s no heaven or hell, no difference or pain. Peace comes by accepting the season you’re in, learning from it, and letting it make you softer instead of bitter.

Maybe what Lennon imagined wasn’t so far off — not if we see it as an invitation to live with open hearts, to lay down our weapons of judgment and pride. Maybe heaven isn’t a distant dream, but the moment we choose compassion right here on earth.

I’ve walked through enough winters to know that spring eventually shows up. And sometimes, the most sacred act of faith is not to understand the season you’re in, but to trust that it has purpose — even when it’s hard.

So I’m learning to imagine a world where we stop fighting over who’s right and start holding space for who’s hurting. A world where every season — the cold, the bloom, the harvest, and even the loss — is sacred.

Because to everything there really is a season.
And sometimes, the most beautiful part of life is learning to imagine peace, right in the middle of your own storm.

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Reflection

What season are you in right now?
Are you fighting it… wishing it away… or learning to breathe inside it?
Maybe peace isn’t waiting for things to change — maybe it’s learning to imagine the purpose within this moment.

Take a deep breath.
You’re still here.
And this, too, is a season worth living.

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