From Student to Doctor (In Progress)

I Gave God the Pen

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How faith, motherhood, and obedience led me into my purpose.

 

Before I walked across my high school stage, I found out I was going to be a mother. It wasn’t the path I imagined, but it became the path God used to show me His strength. Graduating while pregnant taught me that when life shifts, dreams don’t end they evolve. What felt like an unexpected chapter became the moment God began rewriting my story. While some people whispered doubt, God whispered destiny, and I realized motherhood didn’t cancel my calling it clarified it.

As I continued my journey, pursuing my biology degree while raising my son became one of the hardest and holiest seasons of my life. There were nights when deadlines and motherhood collided, and exhaustion tried to speak louder than faith. But God kept reminding me that pressure can produce purpose and that grace grows with us. Every paper completed, every class finished, and every “Mom, can you help me?” moment reminded me that God sustains what He starts. My son isn’t just part of my story he’s one of the greatest reasons I keep becoming.

At the same time, my calling to medicine wasn’t just something I studied it was something I lived. I didn’t wait for a title to begin walking in purpose. I started in the field, serving wherever I could, learning the language of care from the ground up. I became a CNA, learning how to care for people in their most vulnerable moments. I stepped into roles as a medical assistant, a phlebotomist, and an EKG technician, where I learned precision, patience, and the importance of presence.

I served in hospice care, where I witnessed both the fragility of life and the depth of compassion required to honor it. I worked as an ER tech, where urgency met endurance, and I learned how to stay steady in the middle of chaos. Each role stretched me. Each space refined me. Each patient reminded me that medicine is not just about treatment it’s about humanity.

What looked like small steps were actually sacred training grounds.

And through it all, I kept going until I became a certified LPN. Not as a final destination, but as evidence that faithfulness in the field produces growth over time. Every role I walked through wasn’t random it was preparation. God was developing not just my skill set, but my spirit.

As I look toward the future, I know that when I step into medical school, I will not come in empty I will come equipped. I will carry the strength of a mother and the hands of someone who has already served. The faith of a woman who has seen God guide every step of her journey. Every test and every challenge will remind me of the many times God helped me rise after falling.

I’m not racing to arrive; I’m walking in obedience, trusting that God’s timing will meet me in every chapter still to come.

One day, I will walk across another stage and hear the words “Dr. Ruth,” and this time, my child will be watching a living reminder that God’s grace can rewrite the stories the world tries to count out.

Medicine will be more than a career for me it will be a mission field where skill and Spirit work together to bring healing.

My journey has never been about having a perfect plan it’s about trusting the Author. I gave God the pen, and now I’m simply walking in the purpose and plans He has been writing for my life all along.