Everyone was traveling the world to make a difference and I wasn’t. I sat in my dorm room at the end of my sophomore year bummed out that I was just going to be serving pizzas all summer in my hometown and not going on a short-term mission’s trip.
My friend Justine reminded me that when Jesus commissioned the disciples, He said to “Go into ALL the world and preach the gospel to every creature” (Mark 10:15). In that moment, we were encouraged that our small town regular places were one of the corners of the world Christ had called us to for “such a time as this.”
“THIS is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it” (Psalm 118:24).
Nine years later, that conversation with Justine about daily purpose still sticks with me.
God could have just as surely asked Abraham to stay in the land he was in as ask Abraham to move to a land He would reveal.
“The boundary lines have fallen for me in pleasant places” (Proverbs 16: 6).
“Just know you’re not alone…’Cause I’m going to make this place your home” (“Home” by Phillip Phillips) feels like a word from the Lord to me.
First, the home I knew all my life was going to be my home a bit longer.
Now, He is telling me that North Carolina will be home.
Who knows what will be next?
He knows. He will be with me.
And one day, heaven will be our home.
Each “home” will be a place to serve Him.
The Story Unfolds
My plans (haha) for after college were to substitute teach and enroll in a graduate program. I figured if I didn’t have a job by the time I got my Master’s degree I would just move South like lots of my friends in the teaching program did and get a job as an upper elementary school teacher.
But then all of a sudden, I got off the plane from that short-term mission’s trip I had been waiting to go on forever (Guatemala, where God prepared me to work with students with special needs) and there was a job opening at my alma matter. It had been a desire of my heart to work there, but I hadn’t dared to dream it could happen!
Pretty soon I had a job teaching middle school special education there.
I read the teacher contract and it said something about how you could take a sabbatical after 7 years of teaching. You could do something to grow yourself professionally in that year. I tucked that away in the back of my mind – figuring I might grow as a teacher in a different location, but at that point 7 years seemed super far away.
This is the end of my seventh year teaching middle school special education.
It’s time for a new season.
When God introduced me to Kris, He knew Kris always wanted to live in North Carolina.
As God leads, we are combining our dreams. For my eighth year as a teacher, I’ll be teaching elementary school in my new home of North Carolina.
“To everything there is a season; a time for every purpose under heaven” (Ecclesiastes 3:1).
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