The measure of faith

The Potter's hands

It has been quite an emotional and mental rollercoaster in the last couple of days. After the feeling of contentment on Sunday, Monday gave me a curved ball and an additional stress.

I received a call mid-morning from the Head of Retail Products to notify me that I hadn’t been successful in my application to move to his department as the Manager of Analytics. We had the interview on Friday and I thought I did well – it was my attempt to show my effort that I was open to staying with the company despite the circumstances. I thought that I shouldn’t just wait for offers and opportunities to come my way and that I should make my own move. Well, it didn’t work out at the end, so it did put a dampener on my mood last night. At the moment, I’m quickly moving down the slide again, back to being 85% sure about leaving the company.

It is quite a scary prospect having to face the uncertain economic situation and realising that the career choice that I made only has limited opportunities in Adelaide. I still don’t want to move out of Adelaide because I have a house here, and I am keen to settle down and build a family. However, ultimately if I do need to make that move, I suppose I will have to look for other opportunities in Melbourne or Sydney. The whole process has wearied me mentally – it has been really exhausting and taxing … If it were not for my faith in God, I would’ve slipped into depression easily. He gives me mental, spiritual and emotional sustenance as I walk through the ‘valley of the shadow of death’.

My situation makes me think about faith and challenges – this year’s supposed to be my year based on the chinese zodiac but it has been the most challenging year in my life thus far. I don’t believe in zodiacs and fortune-telling and I have been taking each day as it comes. At times I am tempted to think ‘What have I done wrong to deserve all of this?’, thankfully God has given me years of character building so that I don’t entertain the thought for too long. I know that problems and challenges befallen everybody – no matter how right or wrong you are. As I walked through the pedestrians’ crossing this morning, a phrase came to my mind:

‘The measure of faith is not the amount of problems encountered, but the number of challenges withstood.’

And you can quote me on that one. 🙂

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I've finally relented to the lures of blogging - and for those who care, well, I'm a self-confessed geek who's a wanderer at heart, who thinks and analyses too much, and who's trying hard to hold on to his 7-year old inner persona.

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