A three-year-old prayer was answered four days ago. Here’s the story behind that.
Back in 2006 I was a few months into being a Christian, and volunteered as one of the church service coordinators. Being part of that ministry gave me the opportunity to interact with a lot of people, both volunteers and full-time church staff. One day, while waiting for the next service, I crossed paths with one of the worship team members I work with. Small talk ensued.
I found out that he worked for Every Nation Productions (aka ENP), which handles the communication needs of our churches here in the Philippines. My tiny eyes sparkled. I was still fresh out of college then, and had the biggest desire to work in the creative field–I was a Communications major, after all. I asked ten million questions all at once: what they did, how everything worked, etc. I told him I was a writer trapped in a (tired, overworked, and under-slept) call center agent’s body. He encouraged me to pray about it and submit a resume.
And that I did. I prayed about it, and tried my hand at applying for the position roughly a couple weeks later. It didn’t work out the first time around. Meanwhile, I remained in the call center industry. From my vantage point, things seemed to be so impossible in terms of my career. I thought I was stuck in the cycle of making calls, getting little sleep, receiving cusswords from customers, and getting sick. In spite of all that, I still prayed, and waited for God to answer. I knew that the call center thing wasn’t gonna be for long.
True to his nature, God proved himself faithful. Early this year, I was given a chance to write in a corporate setting. To be writing for a living was a twelve-year-old dream of mine, and I was so ecstatic to do what I had always wanted to do. For the first time in a long time, I was actually happy with what I was doing. But that hope to be in full-time ministry still remained in my heart. Things went pretty well, until . . . another opportunity to apply as a writer for ENP presented itself.
I submitted my resume again. I was interviewed again. Then I prayed. And waited.
. . . and just last Monday, I received word that my application was accepted. 
While SMS-ing some friends of the good news, I was so in shock that I actually began to space out and wonder if everything that happened was indeed real. It had been three years since I first heard of ENP, and had three jobs that helped me learn so much about so many things.
God proved himself faithful once again. He makes the impossible possible. We can never really take credit for everything that happens in our lives. And at the end of the day, he deserves all our praise.
I’ve been reminded of how God heeded Abraham and Sarah’s desire to have a son, in spite of Sarah’s barrenness and the couple’s old age. Isaac was born twenty-five years after God first told them that they would have a son. They went on to become the father and mother of multitudes, of generations. That was what God promised, after all–that they would have descendants as numerous as the stars. (Genesis 15:5-6)
What are you believing God for? Whether that’s the salvation of your family members, a major financial breakthrough, healing from a long-time sickness, or a personal prayer concern, God hears you. His word says that He makes everything beautiful in its time. As we submit ourselves to him and make him our delight, surely–He gives us the desires of our hearts.
And that, my friends, is well worth the wait.
