A Time for Everything
Ecclesiastes 3:1 - 8,11
Hymn Composition of Kuya Nino Malto🤗

A Time for Everything

Isaiah 61:1 (Melody of Lilies Cover)

I recorded an instrumental version of the same hymn two years ago when a sister taught it to me. Now, I had the feeling to record it again, after all the experiences the Lord has given this year.

I really enjoyed the third stanza of this hymn:
"Just rest, He knows;
With Him blindness is pleasant!
Just rest, He knows;
Sightless, you see Him best!
Just rest, He knows;
My soul, don’t waste the present
On those “what-if’s“.
Just turn to Him and rest!"

After almost two years of the pandemic, I felt hopeful entering into 2022, thinking that perhaps it held better hopes for more freedom and a sense of normality that we knew before everything came "crashing down".

However, in January, COVID hit our household to such an extent that I didn't see coming. I even came to a point of thinking that maybe I'll lose a family member to this virus--spending days at the hospital with a seeming plethora of medication just to get better. It was such a grueling time, a battle in my mind, a severe weakening of my faith, and I thought it was the end for me; I was in fight mode, endeavoring for survival against all the aspects of depression. I forgot my spirit. I didn't think it would help. "I just needed to get things done," I said to myself.

Everyone recovered eventually, thank the Lord. But my mind remained traumatized. The scenes kept coming back, and I dreaded every time night came because the eerie silence reminded me of the calm before the storm. For months on end, I would lay in bed 'til the wee hours of the morning--unable to sleep--paralyzed with the fear of extreme possibilities. My mind was filled with SOOOO MANY "what if's": What if it happens again? What if I can't cope? What if there won't be enough supply to meet the need?

These thoughts occupied my mind endlessly. I felt like my spirit was so powerless against my raging mind, which triggered my emotions, and caused my body to suffer the consequences as well. The sightlessness drove me to my wit's end. I think, deep in my heart, I was angry at the Lord for giving me such a heavy burden again. I was complaining, "Why does this keep happening to me?!" I had no rest in my tripartite being. But one message struck me concerning "God's Economy in Faith" during a working ones' conference.

It posed a question: "Do you believe that He (God) is repeating all the things He did in the past? No. He is not repeating anything. He is always moving forward." But what about you? Are you stuck in the past? Are you a person of yesterday?

I was indeed severely hindered by the past. I couldn't move on. The events of the past fueled an increasing amount of unbelief. What a shameful situation I was in. Every day, I felt like I was drowning, like Peter started sinking when he looked at the waves. I couldn't help it. The waves were so huge, ones I've never encountered in such magnitude.

Rest comes when we look at the Lord, and it seems I still haven't been perfected in this aspect especially when it concerns family--family is such a blind side for me. Everything else just fades, even my spirit, when it boils down to this.

In the end, I'm thankful to the Lord for exposing me of my shortage in this matter. I thought I was okay...I wasn't. But I acknowledge that I am still in the process, and I thank the Lord and all the saints for really carrying us in prayer. It was way beyond my capacity; I despaired of living. 

One last thing. The brother mentioned such an encouraging word.
"What should we do if we recognize unbelief?
We say, "I BELIEVE!"
"LORD, HELP MY UNBELIEF!"

This brings us to the chorus of the hymn:
"Thank and praise You, Jesus!
Through all unknowns,
You make Yourself so dear!"

I still love You, Lord. You are dearer than before!

(Link to full lyrics: https://www.hymnal.net/en/hymn/ns/34)

Fear Not, He Knows (NS34)

Guitar chords: https://songbase.life/3364

Hear me O Lord when I cry,
My heart is so cold, 
All things around me cloud my sight,
But then I hear You say:

Come away from where you are, 
Come away, turn your heart, 
I hear you say 
I am your way,
Come away to Me.

As I call upon Your name,
You wipe my tears away,
Turning to You I begin to praise,
All sorrow fades away.

How I need to learn to stay,
In Your presence, dear Lord
Draw my heart with Your hands of love,
And call me day by day,

When I see You face to face,
Your countenance captivates,
You transfuse me, I’m filled with grace,
It’s here I long to stay.

Come Away (cover) | with RB

1 All thy griefs by Him are ordered,
  Needful is each one for thee;
All thy tears by Him are counted,
  One too much there cannot be;
And if while they fall so quickly
  Thou canst own His way is right,
Then each bitter tear of anguish
  Precious is in Jesus’ sight.

2 Far too well thy Savior loves thee
  To allow thy life to be
One long, calm, unbroken summer—
  One unruffled, stormless sea;
He would have thee fondly nestling
  Closer to His loving breast,
He would have that day seem brighter
  When alone is perfect rest.

all thy griefs (hymn 676, new tune) | with EC

I am not your mother / I am not your saviour/ Let me be a mirror for your bad behaviour

(There is some swearing in this track, but I think you'll find it's justified)

Cockroach Of Love - Demo

Oooo La la la
When love’s at the start
Oooo La la la ... life’s good

Oooo La la la la
loves in my heart 
Oooo La la ... Life’s so good

La La Life's Good

"Your words were found and I ate them, and Your word became to me the gladness and joy of my heart, for I am called by Your name, O Jehovah, God of hosts." -Jeremiah 15:16

Jeremiah 15:16

1. Behold how good and how pleasant it is,
For brethren to dwell together in unity!
Behold how good and how pleasant it is,
For brethren to dwell together in unity!
 	
It is like the precious ointment upon the head,
That ran down upon the beard,
Even Aaron’s beard:
That went down to the skirts of his garments.

2. Behold how good and how pleasant it is,
For brethren to dwell together in unity!
It is like the precious ointment upon the head,
That ran down upon the beard,
Even Aaron’s beard:
That went down to the skirts of his garments.

As the dew of Hermon, And as the dew that descended
Upon the mountains of Zion:
For there the Lord commanded the blessing,
Even life forevermore.

Don't allow me to linger

J D

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