All my life, I have known one thing:
I was born to teach.
Let me explain. I have always loved working with kids. At the age of 6, I played school with my three year old brother and taught him his letters and numbers. At 8, I babysat all of the other families' kids at my brother's baseball games. At 11, I convinced my summer camp leader to let me start a gymnastics class with the younger girls who came. Teaching has come easy.
It seemed the obvious choice when deciding on a major, so thats what I did. The last four years of college, I've taught. God's plan for me seemed simple enough too. You see, teaching is what I'm good at so that's what God must want of me. Everything I had worked so hard for has been preparing me for that one thing….right?
This January I got a new answer. Not Right Now.
Maybe God has been preparing me for something else first? Maybe I needed to stop underestimating His plans for me and start realizing that my life may not need to follow the "easy" path. Now does that mean I will never teach? No! I fully believe that God has a self-contained autism classroom (very specific I know ha) somewhere that He will let me help and teach. But right now? Right now, I will go where He leads and share His glory amongs all the nations. I will follow Him on the World Race and boast gladly of the grace He has given me so that everyone I meet may understand His love.
Boast gladly of my mistakes and need for grace?
Not quite as easy.
Which is when I have to be reminded that its not through my power but God's. Acts 1:8 says, "But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.”
Teaching is easy. Following is hard.
