Tuesday, October 16, 2012

The story of my life

OK. This is not the whole story, just the bit that can fit this time.

I remember, when I was a little girl (some where around kindergarten to Class 3) I wanted to be a teacher. I believed that teaching was the best profession in the world. Nobody in this world was greater than a teacher. That wasn't helped by the fact that I didn't know any other profession (apparently my parents were parents, I didn't see them as professionals).

Then I grew up some, and I wanted to become a stewardess. I thought that was the profession to have. I found them pretty to say the least. Their charming smiles, fresh make-ups, beautiful uniforms, what was there not to like? Not forgetting that they were constantly on the move, into newer, nicer territories on a daily basis while at work. I was thoroughly convinced that being a stewardess is the best job in the world.

Later on, I decided to be a pilot. Being a stewardess wasn't so bad, but I wanted the travel with the genius. Stewardesses were just not using their genius mind. I wanted a job that tested my brain power, and made me look and feel really smart. And I was convinced that piloting was the job for me. Hmmm...

After high school, I flipped the coin again. I wanted to be some computer genius. Well, I didn't make it to piloting school, my grades were quite demented for it. But not so for computers. So I did Computer Science. In the process, I realized my sincere love for computer programming, never mind I found it quite a challenge. But the challenge was worth it. I wasn't necessarily an A student in it, but it was one big adventure. I made a mental note that after graduation, I'll become a computer programmer.

After graduation, I've become anything but a computer programmer. The most I've come to computer handling is data entry, Facebooking, Tweeting, editing, anything but making sophisticated computer programs. And by the way things are going, I may deviate into some unknown territory. So much for setting careers.

In all this, I realize that though I plan and jot, God has the final say in my life. He knows the end from the beginning. He was there when I wanted to be all those things, and didn't accomplish them. He knows why none of them materialized. He had a plan for me even before I was born, and all I'm going through is just part of it.

So I officially hand my life over to Him. I let Him decide, ultimately, divinely, what He knows I should be. I let him finish this story, the story of my life. I let him lead me to wherever He wants me to be. I let the Author and Finisher of my faith author this story, and at the end of it all, He will be glorified, I will be fulfilled, and we'll all live happily ever after.

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