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A <\/span>vocation<\/b> to missionary religious life is not something I chose for myself; it is a gift that gently found me. It is God\u2019s loving initiative, calling me to belong totally to Him and to serve His people with a heart set on Jesus and hands open to humanity. This call was never about prestige, success, or self-fulfillment. It was an invitation to step beyond comfort and certainty, to cross borders of geography, religion, caste, and culture, and to walk where love is most needed.<\/span><\/p>\n God called me not because I was worthy or perfect, but simply because He loved me. That truth continues to humble and sustain me. The words of St. Paul echo deeply within my heart: <\/span>\u201cIf we live, we live to the Lord, and if we die, we die to the Lord.\u201d<\/span><\/i> These words remind me daily that my life is no longer my own, it belongs entirely to God and to His people. Vocation is a deep and life-shaping journey. It begins in the heart of God long before it stirs in the human heart. As the prophet Jeremiah assures us, <\/span>\u201cBefore I formed you in the womb, I knew you; before you were born, I consecrated you.\u201d<\/span><\/i> My own journey has been a slow unfolding of this mystery: learning to trust, to surrender, and to say \u201cyes\u201d again and again, even when the path is unclear or demanding.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\t\t