Finding my passion has been one of the most frustrating and rewarding experiences I have ever had in my life as a Christian. I wouldn’t call it a passion. It’s a calling from God, followed by an awareness of the qualities he has blessed me with. I know he has equipped me with the characteristics that I need to achieve my purpose in life.
Throughout the last few years I discovered that God has called me to love, serve, respect, value and encourage children. I never thought it was through education until two years ago when I worked as a teacher’s assistant for six months in a private school, and I got the chance to see children learn. It was uplifting to be able to help them finish small tasks, but I guess that wasn’t really enough to make me see God’s calling in my life.
God called me to work in another private school in a rural area of my country, Honduras. I worked in that school for five months and I can confidently say that it was one of the best experiences in my life as I grew emotionally and spiritually.
During two of those five months, I had the chance to tutor students who came from different backgrounds. Every day I heard stories of the difficulties these children had to undergo, and it was amazing to see God’s love and joy in their lives. Their love and desire to learn was astonishing. I was constantly reminded of God’s grace to me despite the many times I complained or blamed him for the situations I was in. Still, that wasn’t enough to make me see God’s calling in my life.
During that time I met a child who would change my life forever. One day a mom came to the school I was working in looking for a school that would be willing to teach her autistic child. The school principal asked me if I was willing to tutor him. The whole idea of tutoring him was a challenge for me as I didn’t know much about autism and the child didn’t seem to connect with me. Nevertheless, I had such a strong desire to help him that his rejection didn’t discourage me, but challenged me to keep on praying and working to gain his trust. Trying to get him to love me was hard, and I couldn’t do it by myself, so I told God how much I wanted to help him. Finally I was able to connect with him, and that was a miracle.
That was a difficult time for me, but God filled me with joy and passion for teaching the child. He learned how to write the alphabet. The first time he was able to write his name he couldn’t control his happiness. In that moment, I knew that God had called me to teach and I realized He already equipped me with what I need to show love and take care of his children.
For me, there is nothing worth more than the opportunity to teach children. I am aware of the difficulty it entails. Rather than being scared, I’m joyful and grateful because I know that I will not be alone. God has blessed me with a great calling, and He will surely be guiding me through my journey.