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aj (klutzie) wrote,
@ 2007-02-07 07:11:00
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    "God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect"
    that's Hebrews 11:40, for some reason, there's a limit on the 'subject'field =|

    and i start work today!

    i could probably have started work earlier, for a different company. let me record the story.

    last year, in one of them middle months (july or august or somewhere round there), i was sleeping, as one does. and i dreamt. which is nothing unusual. but this dream had the special quality of being unforgettable, like, with vivid details and scenes and a smooth transitioning and an everlasting effect. you know what i mean? (said in rocky style)

    what was the dream about? well, i was in a building, dressed up in corporate clothes. and i was talking to 2 girls and a guy. 1 girl, S was friends with the buy. and the other girl L was a person we had just met. we were all pretty much strangers to each other, there by some coincidence. so anyways, we were talking about something insignificant. And S goes, I'm going to look at some duty free stuff. I go, why? you can't even buy any of them for duty-free prices. Anyways, she walks off with the guy and I'm left talking to L. I don't remember what I was talking to her about. What I do remember, most vividly, was that at all over my mind, was a resoundin 'JUST SAY YES'. you know, like how you get a song stuck in your head? well, this was like a Linkin Park song in my head....just no tune. just JUST SAY YES. JUST SAY YES.

    i woke up and wondered about it for a while. then fell asleep.

    fastforward a month or so, and i find myself at wellington airport, at the end of my one-day interview with westpac. and i was talking to S and L and the guy! omgoodness......
    at this point in time, i already had a contract for beca in hand, waiting for my signature. but i had told them to wait for a few weeks, as i was considering another option (westpac). so what exactly did the JUST SAY YES mean?

    I've gotta go to work soon, so I'll hurry here.
    over the next couple of days, i received a verbal offer from westpac, after i rang them a few times. even though i had found out the job was in wellington. but i couldn't shake off the feeling that westpac was what i was to say yes to, not beca. So, with a verbal offer, and no idea of my renumeration package, i said yes...to westpac. and rang up beca to decline their offer.

    so here i was, heading for wellington and a long distance relationship. but thanks be to God, who i believe was the director of the described dream above, i met the CIO of westpac, who when he found out i lived in auckland, told me i could stay in auckland. so, is God's plan perfect or what?

    sometimes, i wonder. maybe i had 2 options back then. beca or westpac. auckland or wellington. God or being with His gift.

    whatever it is, whether me working at westpac is a result of His Will or my stubborness, that's where i am. but, with the peace within me, i trust (now anyways) that westpac is a gift from God, and it's choice a challenge to my faith.


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