How We Got A Kluu
As graduation approached and my medical school applications sat half-finished, I did the unthinkable—I changed course. Instead of pursuing medicine, I applied for a teaching credential. It wasn’t an act of defiance or failure; it was an act of surrender. I prayed, telling God, “I surrender my life to you. Lead me where I’m meant to go.” I had no idea what lay ahead, only that faith would light the way.
My father was heartbroken, unable to understand why I would walk away from the path that had been so carefully planned. But I made him a promise: “Trust me.One day, I’ll show you the vision I see. And no matter what, I will always take care of our family.” In our culture, family isn’t just important—it’s everything.
What followed were twenty years of extreme highs and unfathomable lows. I was put through the wringer in every imaginable way- financial struggle, heart break, betrayals, loss. Life didn’t just test me; it tried to break me- like I was born to be broken
But to my faith I whispered, “This is hard. I’m so tired. Please help.” And without fail, grace would follow. Quiet, unspoken, but undeniable. It wasn’t the absence of hardship but the strength to endure it.
Through these life trials, I kept hearing gentle nudges Remember this. Write it down. Observe this. These moments became my reminders to stay kind when bitterness beckoned and be patient with the way, the truth and the life. The storms didn’t stop, but somehow, they never destroyed me. Then, one day, I realized the struggles were preparing me for something.
From Faith to Purpose
