I have anxiously been awaiting my senior year of college in the excitement of knowing that my first year of teaching will be right around the corner. I have had my senior year Christmas list ready for years. My list was well thought out, and ready to help me create the perfect and prepared classroom. It was the Christmas list of all Christmas lists. It included the following: A Cricuit expression, an Eric Carle mini library, a long list of books written by the gurus of education, and one of those super cool staplers that make you jump every time you staple a fresh stack of papers. As I sit here revising my current Christmas list, all I can do is just laugh about God’s sense of humor. My current Christmas list now consists of the following: A tent, a super warm sleeping bag, a spork, a head lamp and a backpack that will be holding all of my possessions for the next year…Excuse me?
Surprise! It’s time to turn my lesson plans in for plane tickets and super glue my Chacos to my feet, because I have quite the journey ahead of me.
I have known in my heart of hearts that the World Race was what I was supposed to do, but I continually pushed this idea to the side in hopes that this idea would cease and that I would be able to continue my “perfect” life plan of teaching in an Urban setting and adopting a St. Bernard named Rupee. I can no longer ignore the call of the World Race, but only embrace it with open arms. Having my own classroom may or may not come, but right now all I am supposed to focus on is completely and totally pouring my heart and soul into the current season of my life, and that season now consists of the World Race.
I am truly so pumped/overwhelmed/excited/everysinglefeelingintheworld about what lies before me.
God is truly so good.
You will be able to keep up with my journey on my blog. Your prayers and encouragement would truly mean the world to me as I begin this process of preparing to leave in July.
Let us touch the dying, the poor, the lonely and the unwanted according to the graces we have received and let us not be ashamed or slow to do the humble work.
-Mother Teresa
