Waiting on God – An Easter Invitation

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Over the last couple of years I have been writing off and on, on how, in my history I have waited on God to come and “save” me or “redeem me from moments in my life.

This year in particular, the waiting has intensified even more. The family has been waiting, well more me, I have been waiting for God to come through – specifically to prepare us for our move. I spoke about Kangoo Land some time back, and that too has been a wait.

I have been desiring and praying to move my family abroad as I feel the red dot is not a conducive place to raise a family – the way we would like to raise our family – for the long run. As the kids grow and especially seeing number 1 go through the unnecessary academic rigor in school, I am fast coming to my conclusion that this is not the right space and way to raise a family. While the job front is bearable (the occasional late hours) and stuff, I know the job front will also take a hit one day. For now, only the grace of God is truly sustaining my family on a daily basis like manna.

Recently, another opportunity came up, this time from the work angle where I was headhunted for another VP role which has multiple global locations (including red dot) and that too, after being reached to by the recruiter has gone cold – it was definitely a role I was at fist skeptical but grew more confident that I could indeed take the role up – after nearly 2 weeks since our last contact.

This season of waiting has been tough – the daily grind of hoping to God that things will change. It’s been a real grind for me to anchor my hope in the One who has in many ways, been silent. It’s been frustrating seeing a door open, and when you build your hope on it and then it just appears to be closing.

Here’s the kicker, I always felt it has been God’s nudging for me to leave since early 2023 this has been coming. Starting with the recruiter who pinged me in early 2023 about a potential role in KangooLand (that’s how it actually all started) to almost missing out on Japan because of a certain “Mr Sumi-Masen” who was a local chosen for the pharma job, to pinning my hopes on moving to KangooLand (its been more than two years now) and now this recent VP role to move abroad, the signs have been for me to start moving. Even more so now with dad’s passing – there’s nothing left for me here from a family standpoint.

In the midst of all these worries and anxieties that have been plaguing me these past few weeks, this Wednesday, just the 3 days after Palm Sunday, wifey tells me to look at a sticker that no.2 had pasted on her her bottle – As usual I thought very little of it and was more engrossed in my work (I distinctively remember taking a few hours off work that Wednesday to see to things at home and pick the kids up as things were very tensed at home)

Here’s the sticker below:

I was floored when I saw it. The sticker I mean. I know my bible pretty well (at least I would like to think so) but I had never come across this particular verse before. And it hit me really hard – that this could be God speaking to me

For a while, I thought God had been silent – but to see that message was a consolation for me. I think the message could not be any “clearer” from God this time around – the season is just not there. One may argue and say its not from God – just pure coincidence, but I find it hard to accept that in all honesty – I believe God is doing something – what is that something, I do not know, but I do believe my prayers have been heard – unlike past recruiter experiences where I dont hear anything back, this could be… no IT IS a sign from God.

And so, this Easter Vigil, I keep this hope alive – just like that Easter Candle I am gonna hold on to that Light of Christ. Even as trivial as it sounds (I mean I am praying for something lame I sometimes feel), God is reminding me that He has not forgotten me. It’s also no coincidence that tonight will also be Baby Mac’s baptism. After 9 months, our baby girl will be baptized tonight – another sign of hope and joy for me.

I feel in all of this, perhaps God is really saying – chill my son, I got you covered. And this is how I will carry my spirit in tonight’s celebration.

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