When what you feel called to do isn't working out
I was at the clinic with a good 5-10 minutes before my next patient was scheduled to arrive. It was the day of my daughter’s 6th birthday — I was planning to leave early from work that day, and we were having a little family party that evening. Things felt hustled, being at work on her birthday, and I had been up really late the night before making her homemade gluten-free vegan chocolate beet birthday cake. So, I do what I usually do when it feels like there’s too much activity in a short amount of time — I self soothe by checking my phone.
There were a few texts from my mom, who I call Mama Crow.
Mama Crow: “Are you OK my beautiful bright eyes?”
Me: “Yes, why?”
Mama Crow: “…I dreamed you have tears in your eyes with a smile in your heart. Something is not right.”
I don’t talk to my mom too often, let alone receive texts about her dreams. I don’t know if she’s ever had a dream about me before. I found it even more interesting that I received this text from her on my daughter’s birthday, with all the history surrounding my daughter’s birth.
Her text made it difficult to halt the tear production factories, which then made me worried about salty wet eyes ruining my non-waterproof mascara.
“How does she know!?”, I thought to myself, since she doesn’t have Instagram and hasn’t been following all my somber heart barf on there. I’ve been very honest on Instagram, and my Instagram account is public. I have this drive in me to inspire people to be as real and transparent as possible, because it heals and makes the darkness a tiny bit lighter. I’m just as human as anyone else — I go through dark seasons too. We all do. It’s part of the human experience.
Her text hit the spot — the spot that makes you stop, stick your finger in the air, furrow your brow, and say, “There is something really significant here.” When things in my life reach this place in my heart, I often respond with this automatic, audible humming. It just happens. It’s consciously unstoppable. It even happens in coffee shops when I’m reading or writing something really good. The last time this happened, I got to know a Seattle lawyer at Victrola, who asked me in the most emphatic voice ever, “Are you ok?”. I do funny things when I’m onto something really juicy.
Sometimes dreams are a mess of biochemical nonsense. Other times they are a big deal. When dreams hit that spot, pay attention. We need to look into the dreams that catch us, like a rough hang nail that snags a new pair of stockings. Those are the kind of dreams that are trying to squeeze the blood out of our ventricles with a special message.
My curiosity propelled me to talk to God about my mom’s dream. I wanted God to be my fortune teller. This “going to God” business may make me seem more pious than I am. The truth is that I tend to shy away from God more than I go to Him because I struggle with trusting that He’s a good guy. If I am unsure of His goodness, telling Him my secrets or asking Him vulnerable questions doesn’t sound like the best idea. A lot of bad things happened and there are wounded places in me where I still can’t make sense of God’s goodness. But then there are other places in my story, where I can clearly see God’s goodness, like that time I ran away from home on a Greyhound bus and it worked out beautifully. Most days I know that God is good, but with my kind of history, it doesn’t come easy.
For several days I pushed through my tendency to shy away from God. I timidly asked, “What does this mean?!”, while I waited and listened for an answer. I’m not good at sitting, stillness, waiting, or patience. And then, waiting on God?! God! To really tell you the truth, if God stayed smooshed up in a magic lamp and only came out to give me answers, he wouldn’t seem so intimidating. I have a deathly fear that God is busy getting His best pants on for the rapture so that He can come to Earth, take His people, and give me the silent treatment because I’m going to Hell. But I also know that He can work with this. He’s God, after all. He can work with the people who are trying to listen but trying to get away from Him at the same time. He can work with people who think God’s goodness is limited to genie status.
Despite my God issues, and the days where I’m not so sure of His goodness, I heard something back. I can’t remember the timeline of when I heard this, but I know where I was. I was at home, sitting on the brick hearth in front of the cranked up gas fireplace after my girls had gone to bed for the night.
“This isn’t it.“
These words resonated deep into my heart, ruined my make-up, and gave me embarrassingly swollen eyes at kindergarten drop-off the next morning. They pertained to my career as a naturopathic doctor. I was in the wrong place. Everyone told me to leave. I was the only person telling myself that I needed to stay. Now God seemed to be agreeing with everyone else, and He decided to include my mom in on it too.
You see, I am not in the naturopathic doctor business to pay my bills. Well, I do need to pay off my $200,000 worth of student debt and monthly loan payments are barely affordable. Yes, I need to make money because I owe a lot of money. But I didn’t sign up for this gig for the money. I signed up because I believe that I was made to do this. It fills up my buckets to help others heal. That’s what I want to be doing with my time on this earth — getting people well.
When you feel like everything you were made to do and be isn’t working out, it’s more than devastating. The tears in my mom’s dream were symbolic of the grief I had while feeling stuck in a place that made me want to call it all off. “I’m done being a naturopathic doctor”, I told the Wendy’s eating husband several times. “It’s not worth it. It cost me too much.”
But then in the midst of these dark times, when I was ready to quit, I’d get an email from a patient telling me that I was their last hope for getting better again. Because they had known the suffering of sickness for years. And then I would have hope again, because that used to be me.
This answer from God helped me tie it all together, “I can’t quit now, this just isn’t it.“
With tears in my eyes, and a smile in my heart, I will be starting my own practice, which will hopefully be ready to go this fall 2015. Want to know what it’s called?
Enjoy More Archerfriendliness
I don’t mean to get all religious on you, but there’s a guy in the Old Testament named Naaman. He had leprosy and sought out the prophet Elisha for healing. Elisha’s response? He told Naaman to ba...
I had hope when my mom moved into the Coors Light Drinker’s house, even though my little sister and I still lived at home. I had hope when he threw all her stuff out his second floor bedroom wind...
Sometimes I imagine the conversations my daughters may have with their future therapist. Daughter: I hated her for depriving us of Peeps. Therapist: Did you get any kind of candy for Easte...