January 23

Remember Isabelle?

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A Calling

In all of my searching and wanderings in life, from California to Washington to The Marshall Islands, looking for what I should do with my life, I have come to discover one thing: I want to help people. No, I don’t just want to help people. I have a desire to help people. It is programmed somewhere deep inside of me that I will do everything in my power to make sure others are happy. It is what I was designed for; it is my destiny.

For as long as I can remember, it has been my passion to help others. For whatever reason, in high school, it was as if people with the most problems befriended me and felt comfortable enough with me to tell me all of their problems. I always did what I could to help them out, and most of all, be an ear to listen, a shoulder to cry on, and a hand to hold in their times of need.

I remember one day, in high school, my senior year, I was struggling with what I was destined to do with my life. All of my friends seemed to have a career picked out for them, ready to move on and start college, beginning their lives without me. I felt left out. I had no clue what I wanted to do. I liked writing, I could be a writer, I thought. I like photography; maybe I’ll be a photographer. I like to talk with people, so I can be in PR. I remember praying, asking God what it was I was supposed to do with my life. The next day, four people came to me, talked to me and just needed someone to listen to them.

That was years ago, and here I am…. On a tiny dot in the middle of the ocean, and still having no clue what to do with my life. I have considered many options. Last year I had the intent of being a teacher, mostly because it was what many people In my family did, and I love kids. I feel like things have changed a little bit. I still love kids, but I’m not sure my mind could handle the same routine every day, five days a week, for a year.

Lately I have been praying about it, and again I am feeling called to change my major to counseling/psychology. I want to make a difference. I want to help students who have doubts, who have troubles, who have made decisions that are causing them distress. I want to be able to tell girls they are beautiful, and not to listen to what the world says of them. I want to help someone, somewhere, learn how to become who they are; children of God.

This I my passion, my calling.

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