Birthed into a Christian household, I was blessed to know of God at an early age. I enjoyed the stories of Jesus, Moses, Samson, Daniel and memorizing scripture.
Baptism was at the age of 13. I stood in front of Sale Baptist church and, nervously, declared a memorized statement of my faith. Even though I was urged to do so by my parents, which is not a bad thing at all, I have come to realize that everyday my declaration of faith becomes …show more content…
Looking at a piece of paper and seeing those “life changing” letters. ‘Oh God, why? What will become of me?’
“What did you get?”
“What did you get?”
“What did you get?”
‘You don’t want you to know’ I thought. Into hiding I went- a recluse.
I hardly talked to anyone for fear of being seen as not clever enough or a failure in some way. My grades did not align with my aims. An unrealistic dreamer, I seemed. So, I day dreamed. I replayed what might have been. I blamed God, me, the lack of love between my parents at the time and other things.
Depression is a feared word in African culture and so I shall say “I was at a low point”.
People wanted to know if I had been accepted at university but I kept quiet. No acceptance. I had to break my silence when deciding, with my parents, the next steps to take. We managed to find an opening at Bangor university to study medical sciences and there, I believe, my journey with God took off, well, escalated.
I remember the excitement of arriving there and seeing all the potential friends that I would make. The freedom, to go out and socialize and the flexibility to do chores whenever I wanted! Homesick? I did not know the meaning of the …show more content…
I released that frustration to him and I was a peace.
I graduated from university with a first and was on my knees thanking God. Now what? Job hunt? Re-apply to uni? What do I do God?
‘Oh lord, I don’t know about tomorrow but please be with me. Please put people in my way that love you and may I continue to grow in you in all seasons’
Being home after an eventful 3 years at university felt like an anticlimax. Not much was going on. I missed the student life, living with housemates, engaging in various conversations and not mainly ones focused on my future. Every day was different and exciting.
God was and is doing something new in my life. He is so much more than my words could ever say or mind could fathom. He is the great orchestrator.
After many job applications and rejections, I found a job in retail and now I’m a care support worker at a local hospital. In both roles I have had the opportunity to build good relationships and share my faith.
I have learnt that God doesn’t want me to worry about anything but to trust in him completely. He has put people in my way who love him and inspire me to grow in him. For that I am eternally grateful. I see God weaving and moulding me into who he has called me to be. My life may be confusing to some, including myself at times. However, with each step, things become clearer. I am not alone in this