Continuing on the theme of my last post, I will be sharing another life interruption that God used to become a huge part of my life.
It starts young, the questions about who you want to be and what you want to do when you’re older. Most little kids have more than one option, and most of the time these options are extremely different from one another. For example, when I was little, I wanted to be a teacher or a doctor. I always knew that I wanted to have a husband and children as well as my career. I suppose that those are two career choices are very viable options, and I grew up always caught between the two. There were times when I was for sure going to be a doctor because of the positive experiences I had with doctors. There were also times where I was for sure going to be a teacher because of all the influential teachers that I had in my life.
When it was getting closer to the time where I needed to make this huge decision, I started talking with the most important people in my life. I was praying for my future, and for God to tell me exactly what I should do. Funny how that isn’t the way God works though. After talking with one of my friends, I was told that I was a good listener and that I gave great advise. I had taken personality tests online that said my personality would work well in one of the caring professions.
I finally narrowed it down to counseling. Listening and empathizing with people comes naturally to me. I went to my guidance counselor at my school, who suggested that I take a Bachelor of Arts with a major in Psychology. There are two universities that are local to me, one is French, and the other is English. Upon reviewing my marks, my guidance counselor suggested that I apply to the French school so that I would better my chances of getting a job after I was through with university.
After more thinking, talking, and praying, I decided that doing university in French, which is my second language would be too hard of a task for me if I wanted to be successful. After all, I was going into psychology blinded. I had never taken any psych courses, and was enrolled in one my second semester of grade 12, but if I had waited to see what I thought of psychology until that point, I would have been too late in applying for schools.
At this point I was questioning everything! I didn’t know what school to go to, I didn’t know what program to apply for, and I surely didn’t know what I wanted to do after I was done university. My parents were trying to be helpful by letting me make the decision on my own, but this was incredibly difficult for me. I just wanted someone to tell me exactly what to do. I didn’t realize at the time that I needed to be the one making my own decisions. It was difficult. I didn’t even want to go to university at this point, and I became so anxious through the experience that I wouldn’t apply to a non-Christian university for fear of what went on in the dorms.
I ended up sending off two applications to two different Christian universities. My first choice was a school that was almost an hour away from my home, and the other school was in my hometown. Time wise, this was December of grade 12, and I was finally able to enjoy my Christmas break without worrying about my future schooling. I applied to be in a counseling diploma program from my top pick, and a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology in the local school.
Come February, I still had not heard from my top pick school. However, I got home one day from school and in the mail was my acceptance letter to the local school. After even more praying and talking things over with family and friends, I decided to accept my offer at that school. My school. My university that I’m currently attending.
I have just completed my second year of the program, and I must say that I have changed my mind many more times about what I want to do after I’m done this degree. At this point, I strongly think that I would love to be a social worker. Preferably someone who deals with kids.
We will see where my future takes me. One thing I know is that even though I didn’t want to go to the university that I’m at, it’s the place where I belong. It’s the place where God wanted me, where He still wants me. I wouldn’t trade my experience for anything.
C’est la vie,
Ps. Be looking out for a part three. At some point, I’ll write about another life interruption.