The idea that I have a unique calling isn’t new to me. A calling is what got me to enter a convent. I was truly convinced that God was calling me to the religious life and for a time, I believe he was. My calling changed but I didn’t want to let go of what I believed my calling was. I was angry with God that things hadn’t turned out the way I’d planned. And, yes, I know how silly that sounds. Humans are funny that way, especially this one.
It has taken years for me to begin to understand that my calling is my life. My life only becomes my calling when I open myself up to it, when I accept the path that shows up in front of me and I follow it. A calling isn’t something exotic or special and while it’s unique to each one of us, it is as simple as opening oneself to the life we were given.
This simplicity doesn’t make it any less powerful or important and it certainly doesn’t make it easy. For years, I’ve resisted what was before me all the time. I just didn’t see it. I stumbled through life with my eyes closed.
Now the pieces are starting to fit. I look back over the years and I clearly see how some things were meant to be.
I was called to a relationship with my husband in marriage. Much of my character has been refined because of this relationship. I have not always liked the lessons but I have no doubts that marrying him was answering my calling. I love him. He is blessed to have me and I him.
Nothing has ever felt as natural or as right as being a mother. Motherhood was a calling, a very important and very special one. I have been given the privilege of being a mother to both my amazing children. This too, is often difficult and challenging but it has been my calling and nothing has improved my character more than being a mother. Every day I struggle to rise to the occasion and every evening I am grateful for the opportunity no matter how trying the day.
I am called to write. Maybe, not best sellers or even non-selling e-books but this blog. The reasons don’t matter. What matters is that I am drawn to do this despite the fact that sharing so much of myself feels uncomfortable and often embarrasses me. I am my own harshest critic. Yet, when other critics appear and I question the sanity in continuing, the call remains. Questioning stops and I continue to write. If this isn’t a calling than I don’t know what is.
I am called to be an Independent Mary Kay Beauty consultant. This isn’t a job or even a career, it is a calling. I am very aware of the irony here which is precisely why I take this so seriously and continue despite the occasion challenges. What I learn about this business is helping me in ways I never expected. It constantly challenges me to push past my reluctance and resistance and show up and meet the women I am called to meet and to work with the women I am called to work beside.
People are placed in our lives for a reason. Once I understood this I open myself up to the chance to really learn from all of them. This is a calling to empowerment, which begins with me and has a ripple effect on everyone in my life. Great skin care and makeup products are a tool to change lives, to help women feel better about themselves. I am constantly touched and humbled by the women I meet who need reassurance and affirming acceptance of their looks and who they are. So many women have yet to be introduced to the beauty that is inside them. My calling is to open the door to that beauty in a small and gentle way. I am humbled by this opportunity.
All these things are my calling, yet some times I still resist. I am often guilty of failing to grasp the importance of my calling. I try to get out of it. I try to find excuses, other things to do, distractions that take me away but none of these things satisfy or feel good. My heart knows what its work is. When I avoid it, I do not know peace nor feel a sense of alignment with the God/Universe that has created each of us for a special and beautiful reason.
Every day I am called to wake up and engage in the gift I was given, this particular life with these particular people, challenges, tears and joys. This is my calling.