God is Never Late

I know I haven’t posted anything in a while, but I wanted to share something personal that recently happened to me, and the only way I know it happened was because of God and His provision and constant faithfulness in my life. Before I tell you about what’s been happening in my life, I want to go into more detail on the things that God has brought me through and the struggles He helped me overcome. I know I’ve touched previously a little bit on how God threw me a curve ball in college and it took me a while to get my teaching degree, but I wanted to write about it in more detail so that you can see the whole picture and not just bits and pieces.

I didn’t go to the college I wanted to right out of high school. Shortly after I graduated, my family and I found out that my grandma was dying of cancer and she only had a few months left to live. I was devastated because she honestly was one of my best friends. I can’t count the number of times people told us we were exactly alike and how many times we would laugh at each other so hard we would cry. When my parents divorced, my mom was always working to support my sister and me, so she would take care of us during the day and pick us up from school every day. She was really like a second mom to me.

When my family and I got the news, I knew I couldn’t just up and go to school in another state like I had been planning to, so I made the decision to stay and go to a community college instead. I knew that I was going to major in education. I had known that since I was 9 years old, and no matter how many other professions I got interested in through high school, I would always come back to education. I honestly feel it’s my calling to be a teacher, and I feel thankful that God gave me that calling.

After my grandma passed away, I decided it was time for me to move on, but instead of going to the school that I had wanted to all through high school, I felt like God was leading me to go to school here, in Missouri. So I applied and got accepted into a Christian school in Springfield, which is about 3.5 hours from my hometown. The school I decided to go to had very high expectations for academics, and when I transferred there, I had a 3.0 GPA, which was more than enough to be accepted into the education department. The department assigned me an accidemic adviser, and when I scheduled my first meeting with him to schedule all my classes, the little planner that lives inside of me really wanted to take over, but I told myself that my adviser knows what he’s doing, and he’s not going to schedule anything for me that I don’t need or that I couldn’t do. So I decided to trust him.

My first year there was probably the hardest for me because I wasn’t used to living that far from my family, and even though I had made friends, I felt very alone, and I had even started to question whether or not I had felt God’s leading. My classes my second semester were really hard. I remember when my adviser gave me my schedule for that semester. I questioned him because he had scheduled a really hard science class for me, and I had asked about taking another class instead, but he convinced me that it was all good, so again, I decided to trust him and go along with my scheduled classes. When I got my grades back for the science class, they weren’t good, which is major for me because I’ve always gotten good grades, but I was able to take some summer classes to help my GPA.

Right before I left to go back to school for the following school year, I got an email from the education department telling me that the adviser I had previously had resigned and they would assign me a new one and that I was to meet with her when I got to school. I did exactly what they asked me to do, and she told me everything was good to go for me, but 3 days later on the first day of classes, I got a phone call from her telling me not to go to any classes, but to come to her office instead. In that moment my first thought was, “What did I do?!” but again I did exactly what she told me. I got to her office, and the words she spoke to me there would be the exact words that would change my life forever.

I walked in her office and she told me that my previous adviser had made a mistake with some of the classes he gave me and that because of my poor grades in those classes (remember the ones I questioned him about? Yes, those classes and grades), I would either have to take all of my classes over again or change my major. Again, I was devastated. I was so in shock that I don’t really remember anything that happened next, but that I somehow ended up giving her the information she needed. I went to my classes, but I honestly couldn’t tell you anything about those classes. What I do remember is somehow getting back to my dorm room and crying and just asking God why He was allowing this to happen if He was the One who had called me to be a teacher in the first place.

The rest of my years there were spent fighting to be able to be accepted into the education department and program so that I could graduate with my Bachelor’s degree, but unfortunately that didn’t happen. My first adviser messed my GPA up so bad, that I actually ended up going to one of the deans to talk about my situation, and even though I had evidence of what happened, he told me that if I wanted to teach, I could either teach in a daycare or I could teach Sunday School, but that I wouldn’t be able to finish my degree there. Again, I didn’t really know why any of this was happening to me. Around that time, I ended up going to a women’s conference that the church I attended was hosting. I remember on the last day of that conference telling God that even if I never finished my degree or did any of the things that I want to do, that I would still love Him and I would still serve Him because He is good no matter what.

A few months later, I ended up moving back to my hometown. I honestly didn’t know what I would do for a job or if I should try to go back to school. I ended up taking a few classes part time while also working at my home church as an administrative assistant. I worked with the children’s ministry a lot. I looked into a couple of schools and explained my situation to them. They all told me they would be able to work with me and help me, but then after I got in and started to schedule my classes, they would tell me the exact same thing as the school that messed me up–that I wouldn’t be able to take any classes because of my GPA.

I was disappointed every time I got rejected by a school, and I started to look into going to nursing school to become a pediatric nurse because I love kids. I’ve always loved being around kids, and I had actually started to take some basic math and science classes to get into nursing school when the children’s director asked me to go to my church’s kids camp and be a counselor for my church’s girls that were going. I agreed, and the last night there during the service, God spoke to me. He told me that He called me to teach and not be a nurse. Some people might have questioned God as to how He was going to make that happen, but I didn’t. I just said, “Okay God, but You’re going to have to provide a way for me to do that.”

During the drive home from camp, I ended up talking to another girl that had gone with me and my church to work at camp. She was around my age and was a first grade teacher. I had talked to her mom, who was a retired elementary teacher, before and told her about my situation. The girl wanted to know more about my situation, so I told her everything that happened to me, and she told me that I needed to talk to the school that she went to because she thought they would be able to work with my situation. I told her that I would contact the school, but there was a part of me that doubted that they could do anything, because I had pretty much talked to any school that was close to me and they had rejected me.

A couple of days after I talked to the girl, I couldn’t get what she said out of my mind, so I decided to contact someone from the school and see if they would be able to work with me and my situation. I ended up getting an appointment for the next day, and after I left that appointment, I not only had my class schedule, which I was supposed to start attending the next week, but I left having already signed graduation papers because I would be graduating the following year.

After I graduated (with a 4.0 GPA thank you, God) I couldn’t find a teaching job, so I ended up substitute teaching at a very small school district in the middle of nowhere. I was going to teach in other districts too, but they called me so often that I just decided to stay there for a while. I started applying for teaching jobs in January (that’s when a lot of the teaching contracts are negotiated here), and while I had a lot of time to find something, I was anxious to find something before the summer so I would have plenty of time to prepare. June rolled around, and I was still applying for teaching jobs with very little luck of finding anything. By this time, I was starting to get a little nervous that I might not find anything and that I would be substitute teaching again.

Then July came, and I was really getting nervous, but I felt like God was wanting me to prepare for a teaching job. I didn’t know what grade I would be teaching or where I would be teaching, but I did my best to prepare as much as I could. Last Monday I was called to interview for two different schools and districts. I thought both interviews went really well and one of the schools showed a lot of interest in me. They called me a couple of times, to let me know where they were in the process, and I thought that I would have heard by the end of last week, since school is starting this week. I didn’t hear anything from either school though, and again I thought I would be substitute teaching again.

Yesterday morning I got an email from one of the schools I interviewed with last week. They were officially offering me a teaching position and wanted to know if I would accept the position. I accepted a Pre-K teaching position at the school district that is ranked the 5th best school district and 2nd in highest paying school districts in St. Louis, and so here I am, the day before school starts, and I can say that God provided for me and showed His faithfulness. It’s been an eleven year journey to get here, and while I did get frustrated at times (I’m not gonna lie about that), God taught me a lot during those eleven years that I’m not sure I would have learned had I not gone through it all.

I know this was a pretty long post, and not all my posts are this long, but I wanted to tell you what happened from the beginning (without going into too much detail), so that you could see how God was working in this, even when it didn’t seem like there was any progress. Maybe you’re going though a long journey too. Maybe you’re questioning God about why He’s taking you through this journey. I want to encourage you that God is working in your situation, whatever it is.

The pastor of my church recently preached on this. He used the movie, The Karate Kid (the original one, because it’s the best one) to show that sometimes we’re like Daniel and God is like Mr. Miyagi. Mr. Miyagi made Daniel do all these chores and Daniel didn’t understand what that had to do with him learning karate, but there’s this part in the movie where Daniel is fed up with doing all Mr. Miyagi’s chores and he confronts Mr. Miyagi. He asks him what doing all of these chores has to do with karate, then Mr. Miyagi shows him how the chores that Daniel had been doing–the chores that he thought were pointless–were actually helping him learn karate and how to defend himself.

Maybe you’re like Daniel in The Karate Kid. Maybe you’re questioning God about where you are and what this has to do with your calling, but I encourage you to be patient and wait for God’s perfect timing. God may cut it close, like He did with me, but God is never late on providing what we need. We just have to be patient and believe that He can.

The Moment I Knew I Wanted to Be A Teacher

So I thought it would be fun to write about the moment I realized I wanted to be a teacher. Being a teacher is something that I truly believe is a calling. I believe that calling is something that you’re born with, and while some of us realize we want to be teachers sooner than others, we were all born with the same calling in life.

I knew I wanted to be a teacher at the age of 9. I was in 4th grade, and I loved my 4th grade teacher. She was really awesome! I know it sounds cliche, but she really made learning fun for me. Before 4th grade, I enjoyed going to school, but I didn’t really have fun learning. I remember thinking that I wanted to be just like her when I grew up. I even remember asking her how long I would have to go to school to be a teacher.

If you talked to my grandma though, she would tell you that I wanted to be a teacher before 4th grade. I don’t really remember doing this, but when I graduated high school and told everyone that I was going to major in elementary education, she told me how she would often find me trying to teach my sister and various dolls and stuffed animals before I even started going to school. She said that when my cousins would come over, I would make them all play school, and I wouldn’t let anyone else be the teacher. I would always have to be the teacher.

Growing up, I think other kids, including my own sister, thought I was a little strange because I would get excited when it was time to go and pick out new school supplies. To this day I get so excited when I buy some new colored pens, or post it notes (and now you’re probably thinking I’m a werido too). I can honestly say that I don’t feel so strange anymore because I’ve learned it’s a teacher thing. Colored pens, cute post it notes, and children’s books are my jam, and I’m not ashamed to admit it!