“There’s no better way to say this but…”
Then my tears fell. That moment, I needed not to hear anymore what the whole announcement was all about, I already knew what those words meant – someone has to go through transition.
I’ve witnessed a lot of transitions from time to time but when a friend announced to us that our leadership group leader has to leave QC church for a church plant in Makati, it felt like the first time. I guess no matter how many times we’ll face transitions, we will never get used to it. Or at least, that’s for me.
I hate to see someone go not because he/she is leaving but because I know I will be left behind. I don’t like transitions because of a lot of selfish and me-centered reasons. Sometimes transitions are too painful for me because it involves people that I really love, people that I’m used to be with everyday. But come to think of it – transition means growth, it means promotion, it means a new experience, a new season. And as much as I want to keep these people close to me, I also want to see them fulfilling God’s plans for their lives.
I guess I will never graduate from encountering transitions and I will never outgrow the selfish feeling of wanting to hold back every time someone has to move or go. But even how uncomfortable and unfair it may feel sometimes, I can always choose to look on the brighter side of it.
God places different people in our lives in different seasons. Sometimes, He also has to take away. And whenever someone has to move or go, instead of being upset about it, let it be a reason for us to appreciate more the privilege that was given to us to be with them for a time and also to celebrate the new season they are being put in.
I’ve learned a lot from those transitions. I learned to accept it even though sometimes it takes a while. I learned to stand up on my own, to grow and mature, to continue on in life, to trust God in every season. And through it all, I know we will all be alright because God is in control.
“Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven. And Elisha . . . saw him no more” – 2 Kings 2:11-12
It is not wrong for you to depend on your “Elijah” for as long as God gives him to you. But remember that the time will come when he must leave and will no longer be your guide and your leader, because God does not intend for him to stay. Even the thought of that causes you to say, “I cannot continue without my ’Elijah.’ ” Yet God says you must continue. – Oswald Chambers
ABOUT THE PHOTO: I can’t find any picture that, for me, can represent the word transition best than the restaurant Perspolis, because on a gloomy night of September 11 year 2009, the campus ministers chose to break the transition news to us in that restaurant. It came so shocking and sad we were all exaggeratedly emotional and crying. Hehe. :D
I’m really not much of a poet but every now and then I try to write one. Here’s the latest that I composed. I like poems because I can be lost in words and make sense even if it doesn’t sound like it has a sense. I like poems because it allows me to write without watching rules. I like poems because through it I can creatively express my emotions without having to actually give too much of the details. I like poems because even if it expresses, it also hides.
We are like swings tied under the oak tree
When the wind blows, leaves would fall on us like rain
We are like swings on a late afternoon glory
Abandoned, gloomy and empty.
As the sun sets down and the skies turn orange
We are like swings kept shaded under the big branches of a tree
And as the kids run to the arms of their Mommas
We are like swings left with no option but to hang on still.
The ground is perfectly quiet and calm again
And we are like swings stranded with each other
No more giggles or swish of the wind
We’re surrounded by an awkward sound of silence.
But the night can’t stay any longer
New morning comes and the ground is again moist
The grasses are green and the flowers beautifully bloomed
Another hope to fly back and forth for a better season.
We are like swings tied under the old oak tree
On a hill overlooking the pastures of our past and the future
Cannot be separated, tried and tested together
Even when the leaves would fall or the grasses grow tall.
Last Saturday, my mom came over to help me look for a new place because my younger sister will soon be joining me in as she enters college this June. We didn’t have a hard time searching for a place of our preference. We were actually just at our second stop when we saw a good place and decided that it is the kind that we want to rent. I should know, it’s the same building my friends Gavs, Babes, Sharon, Ces and Joei are at and I’ve been to the place many times.
We were told by the care taker that if we want to rent it, we need to reserve it immediately by paying one month rent because other lookers might be interested to take it as well. So even if it was way earlier than planned, we had it reserved for us already and I can move in anytime soon.
My mom, titas and I were discussing stuff about the legalities of moving out of my dorm and in the new found pad over lunch when the thought of moving stressed me out. I didn’t realize that it could be complicated and hard considering the fast transition that none of us expected to come.
Later on in that discussion, other important things such as bed, aircon/electric fan, kitchenware, etc. that are needed in my studio-type room came to my mind. And since things are coming up fast, my mom told me that those will surely be provided for us soon but for now what I need to take care of are things I need to pack and transfer.
So after saying my concerns and mom settling it with me, I sat down quietly again while they continued their conversations. After a while, still overwhelmed with the thought of moving, I said,“Ma, eh pano yung ref?”, then my mom said in embarassment for needing to repeat a point that she just stressed, “Ay anak, wag mo nang problemahin yang mga yan, kami na nga ang bahala ng papa mo.”
Right then and there I was moved by the words that my mom said. Even thought she already made it clear to me that the stuff I need will be provided for us, I still kept on worrying and worrying about them. This made me realize of two things:
(1) Who my God is – If my parents want to make sure that all the things we need are being taken cared of by them and they are ready to provide it for us, how much more God wants to do the same? How much more He wants to provide for our needs and beyond? How much more He wants us to know that He is taking care of our needs?
(2) How worrier I am – At times, even if I know that God will provide for me, I still spend time worrying about it. Doing so makes me a person who do not trust God when He said that He will provide.
Jesus made it clear to us in Matthew 6:25-27 that we should not worry, it says there, “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?”
Sometimes we tend to look on our own hands and not God’s. Sometimes we look at our capabilities and limitations and it starts to worry us. But then we have to remember that we have a God who is ready to provide for us and we do not have to worry at all. And it’s true, worrying doesn’t add a fridge to my new pad.