Flashback to a week and a half ago,
It's a Thursday. I'm designing slides for homecoming, when I get a text from my aunt asking me if I need an internship. Now, if you interacted with me at all this summer, you know the struggle that was my fight to relinquish my desire for control and trust Yahweh with my future. Many days and nights were spent crying out for guidance and stressing out over the blank page that was the day I graduated. When I got back to UNWSP for the school year, I started praying every day that Abba would take control and give me peace until it was His time to reveal what His next steps were for me.
Back to that Thursday. My aunt forwards me information and an application for a position through a missions organization called Praying Pelican Missions (PPM). As I read the description for the position, my heart stops. I grab the girl next to me's arm (Megan) and read the description out loud to make sure I'm getting it right. Here before me was a job that was so distinctly formed to my talents and desires, that it's as if someone had sat in on one of my long talks with Yahweh about my hopes and dreams. The position was to be the general marketing specialist/graphic designers, and perfectly encapsulates all of the things I love about design and marketing. Incredible. Needless to say, I applied for the position right away.
The next Tuesday. There I am, debating whether or not to go to the art department breakout chapel. I finally decide to go. That was the first chapel on a Tuesday/Thursday I'd been to all semester. After chapel finishes, I walk through the Billy to check my mail before class. As I'm heading to my mailbox, I glance to my left and see a guy I knew from my freshman year at Bethel who happened to work for PPM. At first, I was too scared to go talk to him, but as I walked towards my mailbox I felt my body looping back to go say hello. After a few minutes of catching up, I mentioned that I had just applied for a job at PPM. We talk about my love for design and marketing along with my heart for the Kingdom, and he said he'd talk to the head of marketing and tell them they should hire me.
Later that afternoon I get a call. I have the interview. Two Thursdays later, and I'm walking in the doors of PPM, where I'm informed that not only will I be paid as an intern, but there's a good chance I'll be hired when I graduated. On top of that, they'll pay for me to go on 2-4 missions trips a year. Ever since I was 10, I've wanted to be involved in missions, but as I got older the idea got more and more terrifying until eventually I decided to do something else and instead fund others as they went abroad. Freshman year of college I seriously considered switching my major to intercultural studies, but landed on design instead.
We serve a God who provides. We serve a God who knows our hearts intimately. I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was all His doing. He knew when I was crying out this summer that He had prepared a job for me that allows me to use my talents to further His Kingdom as He continues to show me His heart for His people. We serve a God who listens. We serve a God who is patient with us, even when we don't fully believe that He'll provide.
So that's my story.
For from him and through him and for him are all things. To him be the glory forever! Amen. - Romans 11:36
{Waffle Fries: The day I got an interview, I ate lunch in the Billy for the first time all semester. That morning I was talking to Yahweh and had mentioned that waffle fries would be nice, but knew that was pretty facetious. In my class, I mentioned wanting waffle fries only to be told by the boy sitting next to me that there hadn't been waffle fries yet that year, so the likelihood was pretty slim. Yet, when I walked into the Billy, what did I see, but a huge pile of gleaming waffle fries. God DOES have an odd sense of humor, and sometimes His love and providence can be found even in the small, silly things.}
Back to that Thursday. My aunt forwards me information and an application for a position through a missions organization called Praying Pelican Missions (PPM). As I read the description for the position, my heart stops. I grab the girl next to me's arm (Megan) and read the description out loud to make sure I'm getting it right. Here before me was a job that was so distinctly formed to my talents and desires, that it's as if someone had sat in on one of my long talks with Yahweh about my hopes and dreams. The position was to be the general marketing specialist/graphic designers, and perfectly encapsulates all of the things I love about design and marketing. Incredible. Needless to say, I applied for the position right away.
The next Tuesday. There I am, debating whether or not to go to the art department breakout chapel. I finally decide to go. That was the first chapel on a Tuesday/Thursday I'd been to all semester. After chapel finishes, I walk through the Billy to check my mail before class. As I'm heading to my mailbox, I glance to my left and see a guy I knew from my freshman year at Bethel who happened to work for PPM. At first, I was too scared to go talk to him, but as I walked towards my mailbox I felt my body looping back to go say hello. After a few minutes of catching up, I mentioned that I had just applied for a job at PPM. We talk about my love for design and marketing along with my heart for the Kingdom, and he said he'd talk to the head of marketing and tell them they should hire me.
Later that afternoon I get a call. I have the interview. Two Thursdays later, and I'm walking in the doors of PPM, where I'm informed that not only will I be paid as an intern, but there's a good chance I'll be hired when I graduated. On top of that, they'll pay for me to go on 2-4 missions trips a year. Ever since I was 10, I've wanted to be involved in missions, but as I got older the idea got more and more terrifying until eventually I decided to do something else and instead fund others as they went abroad. Freshman year of college I seriously considered switching my major to intercultural studies, but landed on design instead.
We serve a God who provides. We serve a God who knows our hearts intimately. I can say beyond a shadow of a doubt that this was all His doing. He knew when I was crying out this summer that He had prepared a job for me that allows me to use my talents to further His Kingdom as He continues to show me His heart for His people. We serve a God who listens. We serve a God who is patient with us, even when we don't fully believe that He'll provide.
So that's my story.
For from him and through him and for him are all things. To him be the glory forever! Amen. - Romans 11:36
{Waffle Fries: The day I got an interview, I ate lunch in the Billy for the first time all semester. That morning I was talking to Yahweh and had mentioned that waffle fries would be nice, but knew that was pretty facetious. In my class, I mentioned wanting waffle fries only to be told by the boy sitting next to me that there hadn't been waffle fries yet that year, so the likelihood was pretty slim. Yet, when I walked into the Billy, what did I see, but a huge pile of gleaming waffle fries. God DOES have an odd sense of humor, and sometimes His love and providence can be found even in the small, silly things.}
