As I sit here and wait for my mentor teacher to get back to the school to pick up her kids (she had a meeting outside of the school), they are all playing on some website... communicating with each other somehow. They are all animals, telling each other to meet at so-and-so's den... I don't have a good segue, but... I can't even believe that I am 23 years old. When did this happen? Where did the time go? Where did this year go? I am about to graduate from grad school... with my master's. It all just seems so grown up. And it is kind of scary. When did I stop playing Jump Start 4th Grade and start applying for jobs? In the midst of job applications, I fear the unknown. I worry that I'm not making the right decisions. I know without a shadow of a doubt that God has called me to be a teacher, but where? What if I say yes to the wrong school? Or my even bigger fear... What if I am supposed to teach abroad this coming year? I know that I am being called back to Africa, but I don't know when I am supposed to go.
With the fear, doubts, and unknown comes great joy as God reminds me that I cannot mess up His plan. He reminds me that I have been confused before, but He has always made it clear in His time. I am thankful for a God that is full of forgiveness, grace, and second chances. I am thankful for a God who walks in front of me and beside me and in me all at the same time. I am thankful for a God that I cannot even begin to understand, and I cannot wait to see what all He has in store for me!
