Several years ago, I swore I had my life figured out.
I already had my man, my cute little dog, and a quaint home with 3 bedrooms, 2 baths and a nice little landscaped yard. I planned on having 3-4 kids, and I was most sure of two things: we would never live in a certain city and we would never send our kids to public school.
Isn't God funny like that?
I have been an emotional roller coaster of a mess the past several days. Apparently it didn't fully hit me that Brayden was going to Kindergarten until he was actually sitting at his desk. With his name on it. And stuffing school supplies into his pencil bag with a big smile on his face like he'd just won the lottery.
this article actually articulates so well most of the reasons that I feel led to be in the school system in the first place... if you are a Christian teacher/parent/student in the public school system, READ IT. It's so encouraging!), I have doubted too. There are challenges and logistics that would so easily go away if I chose to stick to the comfort that I know. But God rarely calls us to places of comfort, does he?
Studying Matthew last year, I most related to Peter. He was strong and gung ho, and if Jesus asked the disciples to do something, he was usually the first to open his mouth and charge. But when Peter stepped out onto the water to walk toward Jesus, he doubted. Even when the Son of God was walking on water before him, he decided to look back instead of ahead, to look around at the chaos and not look to the One who controlled the storm. And I've found myself doing that this week, going back to the "what-ifs" and the questioning of decisions.
I feel like I'm rambling here, but I felt like I needed to share this. So that people would know that it's ok to doubt and wrestle and be afraid, even when you are confident in the calling. That just makes you human. I just want to encourage you to not look back. To stand strong and confident, not only in the decisions you make, but in the God who led you to make them.
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