When Your Soul Speaks
There’s a moment after the outgrowing where things get interesting. You know what isn’t for you anymore, but you’re not totally sure what is. It’s an in-between that feels equal parts confusing and exciting — like you’re standing at the edge of something you can’t yet name.
For me, the “more” didn’t show up dramatically. It didn’t come with instructions or a 5-step plan or a clear explanation I could give to other people. It began as a quiet pull. A feeling. A knowing. A sense that there was something I was meant to do, and that it was placed on my heart for a reason.
That’s how callings work. They don’t shout. They return. They tug. They linger. They show up in daydreams, random ideas, and chances that don’t feel random at all. They come through synchronicities, conversations, and signs that make you feel like God is winking at you from the sidelines.
Before I could explain it, I could feel it. What I was being pulled toward wasn’t just a preference — it was an assignment. Something my soul recognized long before my mind had the language for it. And once I acknowledged it, even quietly to myself, the idea of going back to my “old” life felt impossible.
Purpose doesn’t always arrive in the form of clarity. Sometimes it arrives as desire. Curiosity. Inspiration. Imagination. Joy. The simple spark that lights up your entire nervous system and makes you feel more alive than the life you’re currently living.
And here’s the funny part: we expect callings to make sense. We want to be able to explain them, defend them, or justify them in logical terms. But purpose doesn’t operate that way. Purpose is spiritual. It’s intuitive. It’s whispered, not argued. And sometimes, the first step is simply admitting what you want even when you can’t yet prove why it’s possible.
Looking back, I can see how gently God led me toward it. Not all at once — that would have overwhelmed me. Just enough to keep me moving. Just enough to build conviction. Just enough to make me choose faith over comfort.
Once I stopped trying to make my life look “right,” I finally started asking what would make it feel true. Not just successful on paper, but meaningful in a way that made me want to wake up in the morning. For me, that meant creating, sharing, helping others, and living a life that felt beautiful, intentional, and aligned from the inside out.
Purpose doesn’t just want to be thought about — it wants to be lived. And while the path isn’t always linear, it’s always honest. That’s how you know it’s yours.
So if you’ve felt that pull — the quiet “more” — pay attention to it. It’s not random. It’s not accidental. It’s not a phase. It’s an invitation. The beginning of becoming who you were always meant to be.
What would happen if you honored the desire God placed on your heart — even if you can’t explain it yet?
Purpose starts as a whisper. But once you admit it, even silently to yourself, it has a way of getting louder.