The Carrol Foundation

Week 7: To Everything there is a Season

“We will not say God get me out of this but God get glory out of this!”

– Pastor William Carrol
March 14, 2021

I found much comfort today as l sit here listening once again to these words, these timeless words, that penetrate deep into my soul and cause me to look upward, inward, outward and forward.

August 10, 2021

I have found myself struggling since last week’s entry and as I sit here 5 months later and listen to this message again, I find myself having to pause it every few minutes to just allow for the truth of these words to penetrate my grieving heart.  Upon reflection of Ecclesiastes 3 in which I take great comfort. I think the best way to sum up this post is with a poem by Robert Frost.


Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended
I have come by the highway home
And lo, it is ended
The leaves are all dead on the ground
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow
When others are sleeping
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still
No longer blown hither and thither
The last lone aster is gone
The flowers of the witch-hazel wither
The heart is still aching to seek
But the feet question "Whither"
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things
To yield with a grace to reason
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?