by Anthony Dejolde
Recently, I received abundant blessings from the Lord.
I'm here to tell my story. I'd love to share you my exhilirating experience receiving blessings from God.
So... let me begin.
I started hunting jobs since April, 2013. I was searching for freelance jobs over the Internet but, sad to say, I struggled, I cried, and... I failed. Yes, those were more than 3 months of terrible dryness.
If I say, I had a drought in my writing business, it would be an understatement. It was cracking dry. You could peel off the cracks individually like chips. It was lifeless, desolate. A barren desert.
Within those months I was in deep communion with God. In the first month, I was praying fervently telling Him -- "I badly need cash. We need to pay our bills, and have food on the table."
One month passed without any positive development. Slowly, I slipped into deep depression.
The next month, my hopes were raised. There were some inquiries; but still... nothing materialized. That's it. I'd reached my saturation point.
I began a different angle in my prayers.
I begun to question God...
I cried "Why would You want me to experience this spiritual darkness? Why this material lack? Where is my reward for obeying you?"
Why was I questioning God?
Last year, I went to Manila to work as an Instructional Systems Designer for Sutherland Global Services. I was tasked to create manuals for trainers in the Business Process Industry.
While there, my employment immediately gained traction. I had an astoundingly fast development as a department head. The best part is, I was up for a promotion after just two months. I was so excited. No, ecstatic is the right adjective!
So... I was enjoying my job. I have a new career as an instructional systems designer, then... without warning, like a sudden gust of wind, the hand of God dropped from heaven; telling me with a signal -- go back to your city. Go, BE with your wife.
I fell down on my knees and cried. Asking why, now, that I'm up for a promotion. Relectantly, and with all the courage and self discipline I could muster, I obeyed.
I prepared to resign from my job. With deep sadness in my heart, and with clenched fists, I tendered my resignation. I had all the reason to feel that way. I didn't know what'd happen next. I was jobless.
Events transpired, the days passed, then weeks, finally, months. I and my wife had the worst time of our life. There was financial dryness. Poverty stuck with us like a leech.
They were times when I'd eat only thin slices of bread for breakfast and lunch. Gloomily, even down dinner time. Aahh... those were horrific days of lack, of questioning, of seeking God's face, of pitch-black depression; not to forget, unbearble confusion.
Then the winds changed direction. As events led me to my life's deep blue period, events also rolled in, ushering me into a sphere of victories, favorable developments, and peaceful nights.
It's amazing, I can call 'em peaceful now; but, during those times, through the night, I'd toil 'til the wee hours of the morning. I'd drink gallons of coffee to stay awake; trying to learn the concepts, the new updates I needed to comprehend as a new blogger and freelance writer.
Right, I became a sponge for digital knowledge. I knew it's crucial for my survival; not only as a writer, but more so, as a human being searching for validation, and almost desperately, for purpose.
Then God moved...
Finally... he heard my cries... this is the shining portion, the blessing part.
After months of writing cover letters and pitches, I finally got hired as a writer of one of the biggest productivity sites on the web, Lifehack.org; and I was flabergasted! Never thought I would pass the grade.
This is a lesson in not having enough self confidence; of not giving God the full trust He deserves.
All the while I was thinking I belong to a lower class of writers. However, with this event, I'm sooo... proven wrong.
Obviously, I belong to a higher class; much to my delight, and I can only attribute it to God's anointing. All glory to God!
So... as a personal resolve, after being hired, next time I set goals -- I must aim higher. It's validated. This recent adventure confirms I must.
However, the humble side of me can't remain mum. He blurted out -- "perhaps 'twas just good luck. Maybe 'twas just the right time for you to present yourself as a writer for Lifehack.org."
Whatever maybe the case, I had revelation: Experiencing a lesson from life itself, of course, taught by God Himself is absolutely different from just reading lessons from books; or learning 'em from workshops.
Hence, when God creates a PowerPoint presentation and pitches it to you, better listen. And listen good.
Your learning curb will be expedited; and, the intensity even heightened by a 1000%.
Indeed, it has; and on that fateful day, that sparkling email got into my inbox containing the greatest news of my life...
Finally, God gave me a freelance job -- A writer at Lifehack.
The desert has turned into a stream.
God's grace fell on me; and I was deliriously happy. I leaped, I danced, I shouted for joy in my loudest cry. And that wasn't even enough -- I told everyone I know.
Praise the name of the Holy One. He is faithful! May His fame crown His name forever. Halelluia!
Recently, I received abundant blessings from the Lord.
I'm here to tell my story. I'd love to share you my exhilirating experience receiving blessings from God.
So... let me begin.
I started hunting jobs since April, 2013. I was searching for freelance jobs over the Internet but, sad to say, I struggled, I cried, and... I failed. Yes, those were more than 3 months of terrible dryness.
If I say, I had a drought in my writing business, it would be an understatement. It was cracking dry. You could peel off the cracks individually like chips. It was lifeless, desolate. A barren desert.
Within those months I was in deep communion with God. In the first month, I was praying fervently telling Him -- "I badly need cash. We need to pay our bills, and have food on the table."
One month passed without any positive development. Slowly, I slipped into deep depression.
The next month, my hopes were raised. There were some inquiries; but still... nothing materialized. That's it. I'd reached my saturation point.
I began a different angle in my prayers.
I begun to question God...
I cried "Why would You want me to experience this spiritual darkness? Why this material lack? Where is my reward for obeying you?"
Why was I questioning God?
Last year, I went to Manila to work as an Instructional Systems Designer for Sutherland Global Services. I was tasked to create manuals for trainers in the Business Process Industry.
While there, my employment immediately gained traction. I had an astoundingly fast development as a department head. The best part is, I was up for a promotion after just two months. I was so excited. No, ecstatic is the right adjective!
So... I was enjoying my job. I have a new career as an instructional systems designer, then... without warning, like a sudden gust of wind, the hand of God dropped from heaven; telling me with a signal -- go back to your city. Go, BE with your wife.
I fell down on my knees and cried. Asking why, now, that I'm up for a promotion. Relectantly, and with all the courage and self discipline I could muster, I obeyed.
I prepared to resign from my job. With deep sadness in my heart, and with clenched fists, I tendered my resignation. I had all the reason to feel that way. I didn't know what'd happen next. I was jobless.
Events transpired, the days passed, then weeks, finally, months. I and my wife had the worst time of our life. There was financial dryness. Poverty stuck with us like a leech.
They were times when I'd eat only thin slices of bread for breakfast and lunch. Gloomily, even down dinner time. Aahh... those were horrific days of lack, of questioning, of seeking God's face, of pitch-black depression; not to forget, unbearble confusion.
Then the winds changed direction. As events led me to my life's deep blue period, events also rolled in, ushering me into a sphere of victories, favorable developments, and peaceful nights.
It's amazing, I can call 'em peaceful now; but, during those times, through the night, I'd toil 'til the wee hours of the morning. I'd drink gallons of coffee to stay awake; trying to learn the concepts, the new updates I needed to comprehend as a new blogger and freelance writer.
Right, I became a sponge for digital knowledge. I knew it's crucial for my survival; not only as a writer, but more so, as a human being searching for validation, and almost desperately, for purpose.
Then God moved...
Finally... he heard my cries... this is the shining portion, the blessing part.
After months of writing cover letters and pitches, I finally got hired as a writer of one of the biggest productivity sites on the web, Lifehack.org; and I was flabergasted! Never thought I would pass the grade.
This is a lesson in not having enough self confidence; of not giving God the full trust He deserves.
All the while I was thinking I belong to a lower class of writers. However, with this event, I'm sooo... proven wrong.
Obviously, I belong to a higher class; much to my delight, and I can only attribute it to God's anointing. All glory to God!
So... as a personal resolve, after being hired, next time I set goals -- I must aim higher. It's validated. This recent adventure confirms I must.
However, the humble side of me can't remain mum. He blurted out -- "perhaps 'twas just good luck. Maybe 'twas just the right time for you to present yourself as a writer for Lifehack.org."
Whatever maybe the case, I had revelation: Experiencing a lesson from life itself, of course, taught by God Himself is absolutely different from just reading lessons from books; or learning 'em from workshops.
Hence, when God creates a PowerPoint presentation and pitches it to you, better listen. And listen good.
Your learning curb will be expedited; and, the intensity even heightened by a 1000%.
The drought is over...
Finally, God gave me a freelance job -- A writer at Lifehack.
The desert has turned into a stream.
God's grace fell on me; and I was deliriously happy. I leaped, I danced, I shouted for joy in my loudest cry. And that wasn't even enough -- I told everyone I know.
The lesson I learned: Trust God unconditionally.
Praise the name of the Holy One. He is faithful! May His fame crown His name forever. Halelluia!
