I used to live in a rental house in the middle of a peach orchard. One day, I smelled heavy smoke and went outside to see many of the fields in a controlled burn. Growing up in the big city, I had no idea what was going on and was a bit concerned. I went to the farmer's house that evening and asked him what was up with burning all these fields. Was there something wrong, a bug or disease? He told me that peaches lose their super sweet flavor and produce less fruit when the trees get older and he cuts the trees down every 3 years and burns the fields and this creates super fertile land to grow new trees on. He said next year, these fields would give him the best fruit.
Many years later, I saw myself as a peach orchard. My trees had been cut and I was engulfed in flames. The pain was so immense, I looked for any escape, but there was none. I was forced to wait until all was turned to ashes before the burning would cease. In the depths of my pain, the story that the farmer told me brought me a lot of comfort. I realized it was my time to prepare for sweeter and more abundant fruit in my life and that could only be done by uprooting everything and burning the fields.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Ecclesiastes 3 verses 1 – 8