That One Open Door, God has Opened For You

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A year ago, my mother had thrashed me well and got me admitted into RICE Education. I kept telling my mother, Government jobs are not my thing. But once I got into the competitive preparations, my viewpoint changed. I won’t deny, that Government jobs are still not my A-priority, but my English teacher from the company told me, that “the job will act as the pillar for your future endeavours. Once the publishing companies see that you are a marked Government employee, their perception of looking at your articles will change. You won’t need an agent or reference anymore. Your professional identity will be your biggest reference.” Since then, my perception towards the exams have changed highly too.

Honestly sharing, I used to feel retarded among all those enlightened beings around me. So alert. So dedicated, so completely into cracking those exams. They even knew which state had how many vacant seats! I was like, “beta, yahan tumhara kuch nahi ho sakta”.

When I had first set foot around here, I would fill in some exam forms, and appear for them without even knowing the exact syllabus. At the age of 23, after completing your masters, ‘studying’ is not the exact thing that can demand your dedication! However, I was trying. And I will feel hopeless within that group of people telling each other, which exam has how much vacancy. And which state was how quick at their recruitment process.

Then, one day, when we were a two-month-old batch. A Senior Teacher from the RICE Head Office came to enlighten us more with all his thunder and lightning enthusiasm. He said a lot in praise for the institute. And he said a lot of other things too. And then he said something from where I began listening:

“…stop checking the vacant seats of the examinations. If you grow yourself capable enough, you don’t need to see the numerical strength of your competition. An exam can have 400 seats, or it can have 14000 seats. But you don’t need all of them. You just need ONE.”

That day was the first day for me at RICE Institute. Before that, I had been a zombie.

My point is, you don’t need all the doors to open all at once for you to pursue something in life. When you are praying hard, what matters is If God Opens A Door for You or Not. It is pointless to be grumpy about how many doors he has opened for you. It is pointless to lament if God didn’t give you enough options. He must love and care for you enough to select the best choices for you himself. Wonder if you were not God’s favourite child, he would have given you your options and left you to decide the good and bad. In case you choose the right things, good thing. In case you made the wrong choices, it was your choices.

I think it this way, when God gives me just one option, I treat it as the chosen option.

It doesn’t matter how many opportunities you were given. It doesn’t matter how many doors God opened for you. What matters is what did you do with that ONE OPEN DOOR, God had opened for you. What matters is:
 What did you do with that one right person, that one right job, that one right opportunity God had chosen himself for you?

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