All my life I’ve wanted to be a school teacher. As last school year was drawing to a close the Holy Spirit, through my husband, let me know that THIS was the year that it would happen. THIS would be the year that I would do the very thing I had dreamed of my entire life, teach in a public school.
This summer was a stressful one. I prayed and waited for a full-time teaching position. I applied to LOTS of schools all over the county, no one called. When positions opened up in our hometown, I applied, no one called. I fell deeper and deeper into depression. And I questioned, “What’s wrong with my resume?” “What’s wrong with me?” “Why won’t they even call?”
But God never stopped His message, “Trust Me”. So as hope slipped further away with each now closed position I was left with two weeks of summer vacation and a speck of hope the size of a single piece of glitter when my husband and I went up for miracle prayer at church. It was short sweet and to the point – effective. That next day I marched my portfolio into the elementary school principal’s office and basically demanded an interview for the last open position. I didn’t get the job.
Yet through the depression, that blasted piece of glitter refused to sweep away and God continued His refrain of, “Trust Me”. Then precisely seven calendar days before school was to start, there was an opening. The glitter bomb exploded, my time had come. And now here I sit, at my TEACHER’S desk, two weeks into school, past the chaos of the last three weeks realizing what God has done.
He is faithful.
He really IS the God who can do exceedingly, abundantly, above all that we can ask or imagine.
In all my years of dreaming and thinking and planning and imagining I NEVER placed myself into this particular role in the school. And yet here I am, sitting on the other side of the summer with every door that I had prayed to open successfully shut in my face. Everything that I had dreamed for myself God looked at and said, “Close, but not quite good enough for MY beloved child.” While I wrestled with rejection all summer, God was lining things up *just* right to set me into the place that He had created for me all those years ago when He had birthed this dream of teaching into my heart. Never, in thirty-six years, had this position crossed my mind as part of the plan. And I’ll be honest, in those first days through this particular door I was a little mad that it hadn’t been those other doors. Yet here I am, with each passing day realizing how perfect this job and I are for one another. A match made in heaven… and it had never been part of MY plan. Go figure.