Third Times a Charm

They say that college students change their major three times on average.
Well, I am on number three.
Third times a charm?
Let's hope so.

I thought I knew the first time. Missionary to Africa. I even got a tattoo of my beloved continent.
Then I went there. And God told me directly, "No."
Well, strike one.

Then, I went with my second choice. This was it for sure, I thought.
Teaching. I want to teach. I want to teach Bible college students.
But, once again, I may be wrong.
I want to love what I do. I want to go to work and have it not feel quite like work.

Am I naive?
I don't know.
And I don't know if I want to teach anymore.

So I have decided to take a break from school this term. I was supposed to begin yesterday, and I chose not to. I may start again next term once I have some clarity. This is a time for me to pray, and pray a lot, a time to listen well and talk less, and for me to seek wise counsel while I gather what I need to to make sure I am choosing correctly.

Why are we expected to make such decisions?

Thanks in advance for your prayers.