Twenty-three years ago, I was attending college freshman orientation. I was a bit nervous, but mostly excited. But things took a drastic turn when I was asked to declare a major. It felt like I was determining the direction of the rest of my life by simply checking a box beside one of many options. That moment kicked off a mental crisis for me.
Being a Christian, I knew that God had a plan for my life. So I knew it wasn’t up to me and I was ok with that. But what was that plan? What was I suppose to do with my life?
I searched for 15 years. Trying out different majors and different colleges, much to my parents’ chagrin. I read books. Took personality tests. Got counseling. Prayed.
And I never seemed to find my niche.
Until one day, I realized I was already where God wanted me.
For so much of my adult life, I had just gone with the flow. If an opportunity arose, I would take it. But they were opportunities I never deliberately went after, so I never felt like I was pursing my calling. Especially because most of the time, I felt like I was out of my comfort zone and doing things that were not in my skill set.
“The king’s heart is a stream of water in the hand of the Lord; he turns it wherever he will.”