I was a planner. I had my life mapped out by the time I was five years old. I sat in my kindergarten class in awe of my teacher. That’s it, I thought. I’m going to be a teacher just like her when I grow up. My mind never wavered. It was that childlike faith that God’s Word teaches us about. I had no doubt that teaching was what I wanted to do when I grew up.
Fast forward 18 years…I was married with my firstborn son on the way (like, literally on the way - I was nine months pregnant) when I was called for my first teaching interview. There’s no way they’ll hire me. I’m about to pop, but I’m gonna try anyway!
So, I did. I went in and answered all of their questions as confidently as I could. I drove away with a hopeful feeling, but tried to remain realistic about the whole situation. I was nine months pregnant. Surely, they had someone else in mind. I prayed for God’s will to be done and let it go. A week later, and two days after school had started, I received the phone call. I accepted my first teaching job as a kindergarten teacher and I was OVER the moon!
Fast forward three years… I had met some amazing friends. I sincerely loved my job, and I had established what I like to think of as a good reputation for a kindergarten teacher. I was in my groove. I felt comfortable and knew what I was doing. Things were going TOO well. My husband had just received the best job that he had ever had and got quite a bit of a pay raise. We found out we were expecting our second child. God’s blessings were evident everywhere in my life.
As time passed throughout the school year, a lot of not-so-great things happened. I tried to roll with the punches, but it wasn’t that easy. Workplace drama...ugh...no fun. Nevertheless, I did my best to come to work with a smile every day. However, as time passed, I knew something wasn’t right. One beautiful May afternoon, I was called into the principal’s office. I was handed a letter...a pink slip...and approximately 2 weeks before, my husband had received a pink slip from his job, too.
So...long story, short...there we were… both facing unemployment, trying to provide for our three year old, and soon expecting another. I remember thinking, Why, God? What is happening? This was NOT in my plan!
Now, to state that I was completely righteous throughout all of this would be a big, FAT lie. I was human. I was hurt. Hurt by some of the people that I had trusted the most in my workplace. I lost control of my tongue. I found out what the Bible truly meant by the tongue being “filled with deadly poison” because people used their tongues to hurt me...and instead of turning the other cheek, I retaliated in return. But you know what? God was still faithful to me. Little did I know at the time...HE HAD BIG PLANS FOR ME!
Cory and I remained unemployed for a while. In August, I gave birth to my baby girl, Catherine Grace. It just so happens that she was born on the very first day of school. I remember looking at her in the wee hours of the morning and sobbing. “The Lord gives and the Lord takes away" (Job 1:21). My job was gone...but this perfect miracle was lying in my arms...and for a little while, all was right in my world again.
August, September, and October were very difficult months for me. I developed postpartum depression and had major anxiety issues. It was October. Cory and I STILL weren’t working full-time, but God was working FULL-TIME. We just hadn’t seen the results yet.
I started subbing at my home school in November. I was placed in a permanent sub position in a third grade classroom. I fell in love with the students just as I knew I would. If you’re a teacher, you know what I mean. You can’t help but love your kids. I kept waiting for the position to post. November flew by…and before I knew it, it was Christmas Break. Still no job opening...The holidays were rough. So rough. I couldn’t get my babies everything I wanted to...and I spent the whole season worrying, allowing the Devil to yet again steal my joy.
And then, it snowed. It snowed and it snowed and it snowed...you catch my drift. We were pretty much out the whole month of January. No school meant no job posting and no payday. My patience was running thin. Who am I kidding? My patience is ALWAYS running thin.
Finally...on February 1st, I was called for an interview. The interview that soon became the answer to all of the questions that I had before. That night, my principal called...it was unanimous! I was hired as the third grade Language Arts teacher at Johns Creek Elementary! I laughed and I cried and NO ONE could take the smile off my face. The Lord proved once again that HE IS FAITHFUL to his children. Oh, and some more good news? In March, Cory was hired full time at a local heating and cooling warehouse. That’s a whole different story in itself.
If you’ve made it this far in my journey, thank you. This is what I hope that people take away from my story: Sometimes, God makes us wait. Sometimes, he allows terrible things to happen...and sometimes, we have to walk by faith and not by sight.
Not knowing the future is a terrifying thing to go through. I had a choice to make - I could try to solve my problems on my own (which I did a few times and ended up making an even bigger mess) OR I could let go and let God take control. When I handed over the reins of my life to God...he worked out EVERYTHING for my good. His plan was so much bigger and greater than I could have ever imagined.
Every obstacle I faced has in return molded me into a better person. I have learned to lean on God, even when things get rocky. I have learned the peace of forgiving others who may never be sorry, and I have learned to let God make the plans in my life...I’m not so much of a planner anymore! Is my life perfect now? Absolutely not. But things are good. Things are very good.
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