I remember asking myself a quiet question I could not shake.
Is this really God’s will for me?
Or is this a redirection?
The questions stayed longer than I expected.
They followed me into my days.
They sat with me in still moments.
And no matter how much I tried to focus on what was in front of me, they did not go away.
Because the truth was, I loved parts of my job.
The team.
The strategic wins.
The rhythm of a salary that felt like stability.
It was good.
And that made it harder.
But deep down, I still felt it.
That quiet sense that there was more God wanted me to do.
Not bigger in a visible way. Just… more.
So I wrestled with it. I prayed.
I went back and forth, asking God for clarity, for confirmation, for something that would make the decision easier.
And then there was a scripture that stayed with me:
“For I know the plans I have for you… plans to give you a future and a hope.” — Book of Jeremiah 29:11
I held on to those words.
Not because everything suddenly made sense.
But because they reminded me that God’s plans are not always revealed all at once.
And somehow, that changed everything.
So I took the step. I handed in my resignation.
People called me brave. But the truth is, I was terrified.
Because leaving something good is not easy.
There was nothing to run from. Only something I felt called toward.
And I began to understand that for me, leaving was obedience.
And sometimes, obedience looks like a risk.
I paused. I reflected.
And then I moved.
I stepped into uncertainty to steward something I felt God had placed on my heart.
A vision to build partnerships that could change lives.
It was not fully clear.
But it was clear enough to begin.
Again, there were moments I questioned myself.
Moments I wondered if I had imagined it all,
Moments I asked again, Did I do the right thing?
But as I stayed with the process, something became clearer.
This was not a rejection of my past. It was a continuation of my calling.
Everything I had learned.
Everything I had experienced.
It was all being carried into something new.
And somewhere along the way, I noticed a shift in me.
I became more intentional.
More accountable.
More aware of how I was showing up.
Now, when I look back, I smile a little.
Because I can say to myself,
Nkiruka, you actually did it. You were brave.
If something has been stirring in your heart, gently but persistently, this might be your reminder.
You do not need all the answers.
Maybe just one step. One small act of obedience.
Pray.
Submit to the Holy Spirit.
Let Him guide you.
And then move.
Even if your voice shakes.
Even if you are unsure.
Take that step, and watch how God meets you there.