What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?
When I was a little girl, I played “school” with my dolls. I loved teaching. But, because I loved animals, I wanted to be a horse trainer or a veterinarian when I grew up. To my surprise, when I grew up, I became a teacher.
Two weeks ago, I dressed up and drove to my church, The Chapel, to teach a women’s Bible study. As I walked from the parking lot to the main entrance with my briefcase, my heart fluttered and my breath shortened with the same nervous excitement that I had felt each August with the new school year.
I marveled at God’s plans, remembering my heart-broken prayer poured out to Him five years earlier, “Father, I feel so lost.”
Jesus had clearly signaled that I should leave my job. My priorities ranked work at the top while everything else fell behind. The most heart-wrenching moment came when my fifteen-year-old son shared with our family, “I’ve been praying that Mom could quit her job.” I choked back tears. He had been quietly observing how tired I was. That year, I gathered the courage to leave a job that I loved.
At the end of the year, I renewed my teaching license for five more years, unsure about the future. Then, I waited. When people asked, “What are you doing now?” I swallowed my pride and replied, “Waiting on God.” Jesus gave me what I needed that year, two friends who were on journeys of their own. We met each week to pray and anoint our journeys with encouragement and, sometimes, tears. You can read more thoughts about my season of waiting, here.
The first year, I checked job openings regularly. Then, the writing ideas came, so I began writing Led: Learning to Listen and Follow, Lessons from John 10:1-5. Surrendered: Learning to Trust and Rest, Lessons from John 15:1-8 will roll out this fall. Still, I missed teaching and interacting with a group of learners on a regular basis. Four Augusts came and went, and the old longing to return to teaching stirred each year.
At the beginning of 2017, as I asked the Lord Jesus about the year ahead, He stirred a desire to study and teach Romans. Then, He opened the door at The Chapel.
Walking into The Chapel that first day to teach that first class, Jesus reminded me that He had led me to this day. He had kept a promise to use me again.
If you are waiting on Him, rest. He hasn’t forgotten you, and He has a plan. I’m proof of that. Stay rooted in His promises while you wait.