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October 1st, 2012

Missed Call

Clearly hearing and figuring out God's call in your life

 
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From as early as I can remember, I wanted to be a pediatrician. I had a righteous inclination that God wanted me to be the person to heal others through medicine. This vision persisted until my sophomore year of college, at which point I had to admit to myself I really was not destined to be a pediatrician after a year of struggling through chemistry courses.

During that first year of college, I kept thinking to myself that it didn’t make sense. I was putting so much effort into chemistry — studying for all my quizzes and tests, doing countless practice exercises, attending office hours when I didn’t understand a concept, never missing a lab. My grades weren’t a reflection of the hard work. I loved biology in high school and had even taken AP Biology. I was smart. Why wasn’t this jelling for me?

I was oblivious to it then, but God had been slowly maneuvering me away from my own agenda freshman year and placing me on the path He intended for me the entire time: writing. I had written since I was a young child and often sought refuge penning fictional stories with characters I created at whim in my mind. I often say that I first became an author in third grade, the year I entered a story about a princess and her struggle to make friends outside of the castle into my elementary school’s media festival. My mother helped me make the book in the shape of the princess’ silhouette and meticulously cut pink, transparent, shimmery fabric for the cover. The fabric was fragile and although now it only plays with the dust bunnies underneath my bed, the treasure of it still remains.

“Finally doing something right”

I was sure of what God wanted to do with my life and tried, in vain, to make things happen and despaired when they didn’t pan out. You know the drill… but the exact things that didn’t seem to correlate or bear any significance to my calling — such as the frustration with chemistry, accidentally stumbling into the newspaper meeting — were essential events that framed the path I would take.

In college, joining my campus’ student-run newspaper the first semester of my sophomore year was the beginning of God shifting me where I needed to be.

I attended that first newspaper meeting randomly, after seeing a posting about it in the student mailroom. I was assigned my first story, completely clueless about the inverted pyramid, AP Style Guide, and other journalism principles. But I stayed. And I found that the more I reported, the more I felt at ease, full of peace, and like I was finally doing something right. By the end of my sophomore year, I changed my major to journalism. I was beginning to embrace my calling.

But before I could fully get there, I continued to be stubborn, willful, and insistent on making sure the vision I had created in my mind came to pass. You probably know what I’m taking about. Personally, I pursued my own agenda because I had three untrue assumptions about God and how God works:

  • I thought of “God’s Call” only as a call to mission work or ordination. Well, those aren’t the only “calls” and not everyone is called to do mission work or to become a priest, for example. Our calling is the intersection of our personality, interests and passions, with fulfilling a need in the world that God knows only you can uniquely fill.
  • I thought God would choose something that I wouldn’t like or that would make me miserable. God wouldn’t plunk us in a career path that we loathe and have no interest in. God is concerned with our happiness and contentment, which is why it is important to spend time in reflection and prayer, carefully calling to mind the consistent instances of what brings us joy in our lives as “hints” for our calling.
  • I was sure of what God wanted to do with my life and tried, in vain, to make things happen and despaired when they didn’t pan out. You know the drill — obsessively networking, shoving doors open, clamoring for what is believed to be righteously yours and yet, still not getting any results. In my own experience, the exact things that didn’t seem to correlate or bear any significance to my calling — such as the frustration with chemistry, accidentally stumbling into the newspaper meeting — were essential events that framed the path I would take. And what’s more, once I became attuned to the Holy Spirit’s presence (what I call being in the flow), I found that there was an ease in the chain of events unfolding. I no longer had to “push” for the right things to happen.

Over time I realized that the love of writing I had been nurturing from the beginning was to be used as a tool of encouragement, hope and healing to others — the same ideals I had hoped to share with patients as a pediatrician. Writing, simply, was the way that God intended for me to do that, a way that was both intrinsic and suited to my personality and interests. This is the lesson I will never forget and one that I hope you will come to know for yourselves: God will meet you where you are to use you uniquely, because who you are and what you are capable of is what is most needed in the world.

 
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The Author : Nneka M. Okona
Nneka M. Okona is a writer based in Atlanta and a current member of the Collaborative Leaders in Action inaugural cohort in Atlanta. Check out her website and follow her on Twitter @nisfornneka.
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  • Nneka M. Okona

    Theresa,

    I am so glad that this piece could bless and help you! That was precisely the reason God placed within my heart the desire to write this piece. God bless you and thanks for reading! Catholic, thanks for reading as well!

  • Nneka M. Okona

    Sue, I too, have a ton of interests and things I am interested in, but for me, writing has always been at the forefront of all those things. The beginning point so to speak. Continue to spend time with God being still and he will offer you that discernment. Be encouraged; the confusion is normal and means you are getting somewhere! :)

  • Theresa Mack

    Thanks so much for this piece…I am struggling right now with this issue…very inspiring…

  • Catholic

    God bless you, Nneka!

  • Sue

    Oh, my, I think I might have a similar calling as you! Although it is difficult for me to pinpoint really what calling I do have. I love to create things, I love art and I love to write. I love to teach and I love psychology. How on Earth do you decide which is your TRUE calling, and which is just a hobby or special interest?

  • KayTee

    *gasps* Nneka! I went in as a chemistry major wanting to be a neurosurgeon…boy was I all the way wrong…

  • Michael

    Hilarious

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