June 21, 2005


Filed under: Rhymes & Dimes — didee @ 6:41 pm

seasons and reasons
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the wind turns
a new leaf
seasons and reasons

a star burst
and fades out
seasons and reasons

the tide change
and waters ebb
seasons and reasons

a painful goodbye
and a sweet hello
seasons and reasons

10:30 am.watermark

Now i have a better understanding of why certain things have to happened. Though i can’t say for certain that i’m seeing the big picture or that i’ve finally connected all the dots, at least i can claim that i’ve learned something new. Not much, but its enough for me right now.

Seasons and reasons. I have always believed that nothing happens by accident. That things happen for a reason. Some perhaps to teach us something, some to bless us with memories (nothing else), others to make us realize things that we could never have come up all by ourself. In everything that has happen in each of our lives, twists and turns, ups and downs… One thing i’ve learned early and i’ve always stick to it: in every situation, there is a revelation . And oftentimes, always, the revelation is that God is in control. We may sometimes think that things are getting out of hand, perhaps that’s true. Things may be getting out of hand in OUR hand, but not IN His. His hand is way bigger than ours and has a firmer grip on things.

What ive realized lately is that why person has to let go of something, and sometimes why she just have to say goodbye. I have lost count of how many times ive heard the “why she…” or “why he…” questions being asked. A lot less compared to a humble “why i…”.

Take for example, why does a buttefly has to leave a flower after much time together? The flower might feel abandoned and disappointed, and it might ask “why does the butterfly has to leave me? Isn’t my nectar sweet enough? Am i not fit to be its company?”

But then the butterfly has its own reasons for leaving. It might have felt that it has become the flowers’ comfort zone. Not that, that is entirely wrong. But a little too much comfort would rob us of our privilege to grow us an individual. It makes us go slack on things. And sometimes a little too much comfort would make us abuse that comfort that is given us. Abuse in the sense that, we might channel all our needs to that one source. That instead of giving something back, we might tend to just get, get, and get.

Now i understand why sometimes someone has to go. Of why i have to go. Of why the butterfly has to take flight. Of why we have to make things happen, because the way things are going, nothings seems to be happening. Of why I have to stop myself from giving too much because i might have nothing else to give later on when it really counts.

Im seeing things in the butterfly’s eyes. And I understand why it has to let go. Because it wants to be happy.

I’ve promised myself that i would try to “document” important events and turns in my life. Significant or not. And writing has always let me express myself. Making sense or not.

And now i’m marking another turning point in my life. Im opening my box of memories and putting in another sheet, another page, another “something-to-look-back-to-50-years-from-now”, another “oh-my-god-i-can’t-believe-i’ve-been-through-that”.

Seasons and reasons. Surely He is in control as i pass another season in my life.




  1. For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven:
      a time to be born, and a time to die;
      a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what 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 throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
      a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
      a time to seek, and a time to lose;
      a time to keep, and a time to throw away;
      a time to tear, 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 for war, and a time for peace.

    Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

    Comment by poeticnook — June 22, 2005 @ 8:25 pm

  2. Quite profound here. I would’ve posted the verses from Ecclesiastes but somebody already did. Anyway, God, indeed, is in control. I liked the way you said it how things may seem wrong in our hands how, in His hands, has an ultimate purpose to “prosper us and not to harm us”.

    I’m really encouraged by this one. ^_^


    Comment by Anonymous — June 24, 2005 @ 5:32 pm

  3. tnx 🙂
    yeah .. everything will be beautiful in His time.

    Comment by Di — June 24, 2005 @ 5:38 pm

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