My sister and I are having a quiet talk back in the hotel in Bali during our first out of the country vacation. In one of those talks, he related to me how he turned down one applicant during an interview for our newly opened business. He is a nurse by profession, and since he "badly" needed a job, he applied. My sister told him that he is overqualified for the position and that he can serve well if he can practice the gift in rendering service for the sick. Frustrated at my sister's response, he said that he was undermined. "I do not undermine what you can give. My sister is also a nurse", Robz told him. By saying "no", my sister redirected him to a future "yes" in his career. Because she believes in his purpose.
I remember this story as to this writing. My blog site is celebrating its 3rd year anniversary. Yes, 3 years of publishing articles. God is just so good for always inspiring me to pour my heart out through writing. In any starting point, there's no such thing as easy. Because this blog site, just like the story above, is a product of a redirection.
The Story of Rejection.
Years ago, I am already waiting for my US career. Everything was set. I passed all the exams, hired as a Staff Nurse in Washington, enjoying life knowing that a greener pasture is at hand. I already pictured out bringing my family with me, having a house with a chimney, and celebrating white Christmas with them. I said I'll raise a family there, and would save a lot so I can send poor kids to school as it has always been my dream. Then the detour happened. My application's dead as recession in the States progressed.
The Story of Redirection
I asked permission from my mother one night. I said I was already hired to work as a nurse in Riyadh. And she would not believed me, since she's already oriented of my US dream. But knowing her daughter, she didn't hold me back. I set out trudging unfamiliar roads. I learned to cook meals, wake up to wash my clothes, and independent and accountable of my own decisions. I learned that I am not a traveler, but a pilgrim. And that the world has many faces hidden among the daily struggles of being weak at times and choosing to be strong when needed. I learned that the vast deserts have many stories to tell, and I questioned once if it also cries. All these learnings, I came to put into writing, the birth of this blog site 3 years back. Should I have stayed in my comfort zone, remained to be idle in waiting for the dream that is not "yet" mine, I would have not made any one of these articles which are mostly based on my daily encounters with my patients, my moments of solitude, the braving times of being away from the people you love and the comfort of them just being around. This is my most prized detour, my most applauded redirection, my longest running commitment, my valued turning point.
I would like to thank all of you for being with me for the past 3 fruitful years. I am a nobody who writes behind the screen, nonetheless, I never felt less knowing that I am making a connection to someone else whenever you would stop and read my posts. For all those strangers who left their private messages of gratefulness, I am empowered everyday to reflect on my life because I know, out there, someone else can somehow relate to my articles. I am not afraid anymore to be alone, for most of my reflections are done out of being at peace even in an unlikely corner. Thank you, my dear readers!
Whenever I would start an article, I would always close my eyes and say, "Teach me God how to write". And He sustained me for the past years. And so, it is lawful for a servant to honor her Master. Thank you God for holding my hands all these years. I can hardly enumerate the bounty of Your mercy. I am afraid, but I won't hold back. Grant me the courage to do Your will. Use my life for Your Greater Glory. I am all Yours!
And to Chameleon, my Third Place, I don't know where to pick up my sanity without your presence. Our relationship has no demands. You understand my silence, you are good at it. Thank you for aptly absorbing all that I can give, even those that I can't. My life had never been the same when you allowed me to write.
More of Life's Great Lessons with you!=)
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