I left for college the fall of 2011. Going in as a Biology major I had these great plans mapped out in my head of working alongside individuals with special needs as their Occupational Therapist. I would make good money, continue with my passions to help those who may not be given the same opportunities as everyone else, and help change lives. At the end of my sophomore year, God kinda kicked me in the face.. I was to be a teacher. I was to pursue the path that I had always dreamed of as a little girl. So my junior year I took on two majors, Early childhood education (preK-3rd) and Intervention Specialist (K-12th). The day before graduation I drove back from Chicago (where I had been living and doing my student teaching). I had an interview with Mount Vernon City School District. A familiar town, as I had gone to college there, I had worked and volunteered in the schools, I had a church and knew a lot of people. What more could a bright eye, fresh out of college girl want? At the interview, I was offered the job on the spot. Here I was, about to graduate college, had a job lined up, and was now on the hunt for a house.
Now let’s flash forward to about a month ago.. I was nervously sitting at my computer typing out a letter, one of the hardest letters I have ever written. As I walked in that Monday to work I went to an office I had been to ay times before but this time I was terrified. I handed her three envelopes. One for her, one or the principal and one for the superintendent. That day, April 16th, I quit my job.
I had felt for a while that God was calling me to fully let go and fully trust him. This was the one thing I was still holding on to. The one thing that just in case I didn’t get the money that I would still have a safety net to catch me. But just like that, it was pulled out from under me.
I was amazed at the calmness and the peace I had about it. Was I still scared.. yes. Was there still the voices in the back of my head screaming the “what ifs” at me… yes. But God had a plan. God has called me to more.
I write this blog post surrounded by boxes that are half packed, piles of garage sale items, and a list of things that never seems to get shorter.
But God has a plan. God knows what he is doing. He already knows what I will do if/when I come back. This is a chapter, a new and scary, and exciting chapter, but one that he knows I need. So here is to the next chapter, the next phase, the next adventure. I’m all in!
