It was not until four years after I graduated from nursing school and passed the Philippine Licensure Exam that I took up law. I have always wanted to do it since I was little. So, imagine the heartbreak I got when my mom and dad, including most of my aunts and uncles, insisted that I take up BSN instead. They want me to go abroad and join our other relatives there in the hope that I’ll make a great career out of nursing. Imagine how frustrated I was and torn between other people’s wishes and pursuing my ultimate dream. But being the obedient daughter that I am, honoring my vow as a Christian and tradition as a Filipino to respect and honor my parents, I did what they said.
Luckily, in 2009, I passed the BSN course and got my license to practice as nurse with flying colors. Then, I started working as a nurse. I worked as such and embraced the profession even though I completely know that it wasn’t something I’d do for the rest of my life. Don’t get me wrong though; nursing is a wonderful and rewarding profession. It’s just that my dream and passion is something else.
Fast forward to 2013, my parents finally entertained the idea of “law school”. In between those years within which I worked as a nurse and musician, they saw me do my advocacy for the nursing profession and my passion and interest in law and order. God must have opened their eyes and hearts. Now, I am approaching my final years as law student.
Struggling, yes. But I have always felt fulfilled.
Looking back on my journey, I realized that the four-year delay is all part of God’s plan for my law school. In those years that I worked as a nurse, I saw suffering and injustice as well as the resilience and uniqueness of humanity all at the same time. I’d seen how Filipino nurses are mistreated and taken for granted in this country, giving them substandard labor benefits in exchange of promise of stable employment in the clinical field. Had I not become a nurse, I would not have witnessed all of these. It gave me a deeper awareness of my surroundings; a better consciousness of my purpose and dream.
Things happen for a reason, they say.
God made me realize that the delay He gave me was neither a rejection nor punishment, but a prelude to His ultimate plan for me. He had to do it to teach me life lessons I will be needing in law school, and perhaps, in my future life as a lawyer. His plans are eventually unfolding right in front of me. I regret that at some point before, I questioned Him and resisted.
Even before we were born, God has already laid the blueprint of our lives for us. He never planned something that will destroy; only those that will make us the best person and servants of the Lord that we can be. We may not see it right away as I had been, but He will surely reveal it to us in His beautiful and perfect timing.
So now that I am in my final years in law school, I know better. Instead of preempting what His will has in store for me, I let Him steer the jet of my passion and dreams.
After all, with the Lord, it’s always nice to be on autopilot mode.
May you have a blessed week ahead!