A year ago, on the morning of my fortieth birthday, I sat with God.
It was supposed to be a joyous moment; I mean, not everyone reaches the age of forty healthy, having a good-paying job, and happily married with three children.
Something was just off; I cried as if I had lost a loved one. I felt a massive sense of unfulfillment, and the questions started coming up.
WHO AM I, REALLY?
WHAT AM I DOING HERE?
WHAT DO I LOVE DOING?
WHAT ARE MY VALUES AS A PERSON?
It dawned on me that I could not answer the above confidently because somehow, along the way, I was a mother, a colleague, a wife and a friend here and there. I say here and there because I just realised I never had the time to nurture my friendships.
I LOST MYSELF.
Finally, I realised that this matter needs more sit-downs with God and digging deep into my soul to one day stand proudly and answer the above questions with pride and boldness.
So, my journey of soul searching started. I always knew that my love language is giving/serving, but what do I give and who do I give it to? I pleaded with God to come through for me, to provide me with wisdom and a spirit of discernment to get to the bottom of my search.
And today, I can proudly say my calling is calling me.
I wish I could delve more into the calling, but that will be a story opportunity for another day.
Yes, they say life starts at forty, but everyone wants to know how to go about it. That life that brings you joy, that life that you are eager to wake up to every morning. That life that is meaningful and fulfilled.
Listen to your soul and let God guide you to your purpose to live the rest of your life, the life that HE called you for.