Ok so how I got here isn’t some tragic tale of misery and woe.
But not everyone’s is.
There’s a use and reason for every story and here’s the story of how I got to The World Race.
So for the past couple years or so I’ve been preparing for something.
2 or 3 months ago if you had asked me what it was I probably would have said it was a job in nursing, to graduate college with my degree and start my career.
Truthfully though, I just didn’t know.
It would be completely accurate to say, in the aspect of goals and working towards a career in anything, that these past three years or so have just been half-hearted.
Don’t get me wrong.
I have a huge passion and a talent for the medical field and a love for caring for people.
But my drive to accomplish this?
Pretty much zero.
Why?
Well, for the longest time I didn’t know.
I knew what my goal was, I knew where my passion was, but I didn’t know how to get there.
Logical thinking?
Not really.
But God often isn’t logical to us.
While all of this was going on, I had one place where things came together.
One thing that I did that made sense and gave me a sense of wholeness and satisfaction.
And that was growing in my relationship and knowledge of God.
Going to church.
Being in community with believers.
Worshipping (man, I love me some good worship).
Being in the word.
Just being in the present of the Holy Spirit.
My drive, my enjoyment, was there.
But I never paid attention to that.
Why should I?
That doesn’t further my goals for a career.
That doesn’t get me a wife.
That doesn’t make me money.
It doesn’t get me a house or a car.
I do all of those things.
That’s my responsibility.
Right?
And by yes I mean “No. I am completely incapable of doing anything myself.”
But I was so focused on accomplishing MY goals that I constantly found myself getting led away from that.
And every single time I would end up a broken mess.
And every single time God would bring me back to Him.
And every single time I would wander off again.
Geez I’m stubborn.
But thousands of dollars of student loans, lots of time, a bunch of mistakes, and countless sleepless nights later…
I think I’m starting to get the picture.
It doesn’t take too much for me to put things together huh?
Ya right.
Earlier this year I started to understand.
There is a calling on my life.
When I was in high school someone told me “God has huge plans for you and you are going to do great things in His name.”
That weirded me out.
After all, who says stuff like that?
After deciding she was a loony, I completely put that out of my mind.
The memory of it would come back up from time to time but I always just thought of it as a weird moment from high school memory.
We all have quite a few of those.
And it’s only now, about 8 years later, that I see that she was right.
God has a plan for me.
An awesome one.
And the more I tried to follow my own plan, the more I saw it was getting me nowhere.
I saw that my goals and my foundation were not found in Him and Him alone.
Someone once told me “The right thing at the wrong time is still the wrong thing.”
What?
#mindblown
But they were right.
God is all about timing.
And his timing is perfect.
So with my Sherlock Holmesesque deduction skills I started to put it together.
If God was where my joy and satisfaction in life was then why wasn’t He my plan?
What was His plan for me?
And so I started asking.
OK so this is getting long and I don’t want to take up too much of your time at once so I’ll cut this off here and continue it later. I will probably end up posting the next part at the same time as this so just look for part 2 to see the rest!
Thanks for taking the time to get to know me!
God bless!
