The Call On My Life... a focus

A few years after my first personal encounter with the 3^rd kind (the Spirit), my sense of call became more focused. I was five years old. At this point in my life, my family had moved on to the campus of North American Baptist College. We lived in Muller Hall. It was fun being a child on campus, and mingling with the students, but there was something significant about the place. I can’t remember the point at which this came clear, but I remember having a sense of the Holy Spirit when I walked off the sidewalk, and on to that campus grass. God whispered into my soul that he had a plan for me. I knew this place would be a big part of that plan.

I would spend the next 10 years of my life preparing to come back and allow myself to be prepared for a lifetime of ministry. At this age I did not know what the ministry would be, but I already had a burden for people, carrying their hurts in my heart. Sometimes I would cry for them. My parents began telling me they thought I would be in full-time ministry someday, but at the same time they treated my ambition like a cutsie kid thing (as, of course, they would), but I was serious. Since this point I collected a calendar of NABC every year, and I circled each course I was going to take and I knew why I was going to take it and how it would contribute to my learning for my future ministry. I have now taken each one of them at the college level and many at Seminary.

The context of this call was really specific, in place, time, and content, but the ramifications were much broader. It has played a gigantic part in working me into a woman that God can use. I’ll share some of the changes its made in me later. For now I just rest in what it has offered me, and unrest in what i’m to do now that I am a stay at home mom, and my priorities and lifestlyle are completely different. I honestly don’t know what to do with my self, and my personal ambitions are making it extremely difficult to hear God’s voice!