My final year of highschool is coming to a close and everyday, I wonder what is next. Technically, its various jobs, university, and a career of some kind. But at the moment these are just muddy ideas and foggy dreams. I don’t know what my calling is yet.
Constantly, people ask me what my plan for next year is and what I want to do with my life. Easily, I can answer the first. The second is a lot harder. How could I even guess my calling at seventeen?
When I think about it, there are so many things I could be and do. The trouble is, finding the one that is right. The calling isn’t just any random thing.
When I’m at school, helping my Spanish teacher, I think of having a classroom of my own. I imagine how fun it would be and I walk home thinking that education is my calling.
At a totally different time, I watch a mom with her child at the park and think of how wonderful kids are. I remember my early days of being homeschooled and how much fun we had. For a moment, I wonder if staying at home with my future children could be my calling.
Every time I think about Mexico, I miss it. I dream of going back there or traveling to some other place. I wonder…am I called to the mission field?
And then there is acting. Somehow, even though I know it isn’t the kind of life style I want, I cannot let go of that dream that I have. I insist on getting my degree in acting and won’t make any other plans because of the possibility of fame. Is acting my calling?
Each day, I think about all of these things and pray that God will reveal Himself to me. Sometimes I even get angry about it. I cry out to Him and ask, “God why won’t you just give me your calling?!?!”
And then I realize that He already has. No, it’s not a secret and it never has been. My calling has come already. It is to live as Jesus did. It is to love with the love of God. I am here to serve, to encourage, to display Jesus. My calling is Christ.
Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not men.