Testimony #1

Hello all,


This is what I owe God:


Back in late 2008, I sensed that my company is making plans to let me go. It wasn't a sixth sense but their behaviour made me suspicious. In Mar 2008, I was asked to go.


The world economy was in slumps back then. In Sep 2008 or so, J***s & J****s offered me a mktg role through an agency. I wasn't quite happy with the arrangement because I would be drawing my salary from an agency for as long as I remain with JJ or until I am promoted to a manager. I asked for a higher pay, JJ then backed off. I kicked myself. But I prayed that " the latter shall be more glorious than the former" - the next offer shall be better than JJ.


Along the way, before and after JJ's offer, there were several posts I was keen in. But there was never one I really adored. The role was interesting, but office location was far. The office location was convenient but boring job scope. I prayed. Then came a role in a public sector - one of those with a boring job scope but at a convenient location. They said explicitly during the interview that they like me and my experience but wanted me to re-consider the salary I asked for. I went home and after some serious thoughts, sent them an email requesting for the same salary as what I stated in my application form. No call from them. With a heavy heart, I prayed " Oh God, though I rather not work in the public sector, but if You want me to, I will go. Where You want me at, I will go".


At that point in time, I had already heard about pple suffering from pay cuts. These pple would take up a job with a lower pay with intentions of moving out to a job with higher pay when the economy picks up. I could have easily done the same - grab whatever comes my way. But my conviction back then was to pray for a good one that I can stay for long; one that I would stay put in even when the economy picks up.


Then came HB I walked out of the boss' room after the interview rather confident that he would hire me. A few days' later, no calls. I cried out to God then I felt drowsy. I went off for a nap. I thought I saw/ dreamt of an open door. I jolted from my sleep and said, " God, if that was You, please do it again." Again, I saw/ dreamt of the pivots of a door. The pivots turned. That afternoon, the company called to offer me the role.


Daryl asked a mth back, " How? Do you still like your job?"
6 mths into the job by now, yes, I still like my job. In fact, I love my job!


I get to attend cooking classes (for free), attend parties & functions (functions I never had the chance to be exposed to), work with the media, work with various businesses in the industry, propose promotions & collaborations, etc. The management at HB is extremely open and is business-minded. They are willing to spend $$ to try something new. They praise in public and criticise in private. I no longer have to carry cases of wines by myself. I no longer have to worry day in & out abt being backstabbed. I have my weekends in peace. I don't have to organise/ run events by myself. I knock off on time leaving me with time to try more recipes.


If God were to lay the cards on the table and asked if I prefer JJ or HB, I would have told him "HB". God knws what I like (He has to, I guess, after so much pestering) and He gives.


The season of crying out was tough. I kou-tou, kneeled, cried, teared, threw tantrums, fasted, worshipped, squeezed for the odds. At the dead end, then I fully recognise that He is God of all.


This brings me back to the qn " Are we desperate enough to cry out to God"? Are we at our wits' end enough that we cry out? Crying is different from our prayer request sessions or prayer sessions. How then do we cry out? I am asking myself to move beyond " God.. I pray this & that. Amen" No doubt, God honours such prayers. But I am pushing myself to kneel, to cry out literally, to press in and to ask boldly (but not wildly).

Bringing it further, are we desperate enough for God to work in the lives of our fellow brothers & sisters? Again, I firmly think there is a difference between praying for cell member A and crying on his behalf to God. My qn I ask myself now is " As fellow sister, do I care enough for the other party that I will fast, pray & cry out on his/her behalf?"

Do you care enough?

If you would like a partner to pray and fast with, I am available =)


Love,
Ballet Lee

We had cell dinner at Jurong Safra - Ishi mura japanese cuisine....

Had great fellowship and also heared from different ones giving feedbacks about the cell....

And the fun thing was Baby Joyce and Baby Sarah was with us as well... Time really pass fast.. Right now they are big babies already... :)

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It's that awful/ beautiful time of the year again (depending on how you look at it) when we are asked what our new year resolution (s) is/ are.

God delights in breakthroughs. In Him, there is progression/ elevation/ promotion/ growth/ development/ breaking out of the old/ breaking out of vicious cycles. Is there any area of our lives that require such prayers? Even if there aren't any apparent areas that require praying over, is there anything that could be better? We may have been living with a " handicap" for long such that it has become part of us and we have neglected to seek healing for that. But in God there is wholeness. And there ought to be wholeness.


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Editor Ballet Lee

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