I had lived my life on campus between studying and being involved in anything to do with God. When I graduated, I felt as though God owed me for this service. He owed me a job.
In my final year of university, I pled with God to show me my purpose and help me decide what career to pursue. I became convinced to join the military and I was excited about this decision. In the light of this conviction, I used my national service year to prepare for the rigorous testing. I learnt how to swim, and I went jogging twice a day just to get ready for the military academy.
I applied to the military and I passed through all the testing, until I got rejected for my eyesight. I applied twice more because my desire to be in the military was so great. Twice more, I got rejected. Eventually, I had to move on from my dream of being in the military and start focusing on building my adult life.
The job market was not so welcoming, either. The response was always, “We’ll call you back,” but I never got the call.
Getting a job was hard, and I would often wonder where God was in the whole process, especially after I had served him in school. Also, I was pretty good at Computer Engineering, which was what I had studied in university. However, all I had so far was rejection after rejection.
Gradually, I began to identify with these rejections I was receiving from jobs (and from ladies). I started to believe that I was not enough and that I would never measure up. I thought I did not deserve anything good and that God was not pleased with me, perhaps because I was born out of wedlock.
Around this same time, other things were not going well, either. There was discord in my family based on a set of decisions my dad had made. My mother, siblings and I were very upset with him and I began to resent him. Church, where I used to fellowship, had become a place where I was stigmatised because someone had discredited me. People began to badmouth me in the church, and it got to me until I did not feel at peace going there anymore. Everything in my life was messed up.
Still compelled to move on, I decided to make something of what I had. I knew how to swim, so I started teaching others. Through a series of recommendations, I eventually got a swimming instructor position at a basic school. This job came at the right time and was a blessing. With the flexibility of my hours, I have the time freedom to do what I enjoy. I work 5 hours a week to earn what an average graduate earns for working 40 hours a week.
One Sunday afternoon, during one of my private swimming lessons, I encountered Hope City Church Accra, when they moved into Tomreik Hotel. Curious about what was happening, I offered to help set up and that’s how I joined the church. In the first few months at Hope City, I was able to let go of my resentment and unforgiveness towards my dad. I felt free. I also found some amazing friends and big brothers, who continue to be blessings in my life.
Thinking through this series of events, I realize that what I have been viewing as a disadvantage has actually been the strength of God. My rejections are what led me to this place. It is amazing how God works, and His way are always higher than ours.
To His glory, these past 7 months in Hope City Church Accra has been my most fulfilling time yet. I get to serve the Lord as I have always loved to and I get to make time to hang out with amazing people. In these past few months, the Lord has given me a blessed assurance. Whenever I get or feel rejected, all He says to my spirit is “Trust Me, I have better for you”.
My life has been a grand and divine orchestration, like a carefully woven tapestry. I can’t see the full picture, yet. I still struggle with rejection, stigmatisation and feeling inadequate. Nevertheless, I know It is well.
He is my Captain..