Letting God Be the Author of Your Life Story

Jun 8

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6/8/2013 11:56 AM  RssIcon

This year was a good year. I was hell-bent on what this year would look like for me. I wanted a full time job teaching elementary school and I wasn't looking to "settle" for anything less. I wasn't interested in teaching art because 45 minutes a week with different groups of kids wouldn't allow me to build relationships: or so I thought. I had my plans for my future. I was the author of my life story.

A "good year" also meant full time work to me. I felt pressure to start tucking money away for my kids' educations. I worried about my husband's health, and I wanted to start feeling like I could provide for us if I had to. I figured I could juggle it all now that my kids were getting older. Again, I had my future all planned out. I knew what was best moving forward.

Sometimes, part time work for "shared time" art teachers would post to a district's website. I didn't even bother to apply. This wasn't something I was open to. I had worked hard to get back in the game after years of being out of the teaching world to raise my kids. I prayed for what I wanted and waited for God to answer me. On a fluke, I sent in a resume for a "shared time" position. This became the job I was offered and I accepted. To my surprise, I was excited and readjusted my thoughts about what would allow me to have a "good year."

If I had gotten what I originally wanted it might not have been such a "good year." With a part time position, I was able to see my youngest child onto the school bus before leaving for work. When my kids returned from school I was usually home to greet them. My husband had a particularly stressful year and on a good day I wasn't depleted and overextended. I wasn't adding to his pile of stress. Some days, I even provided some mooring for us all.

As a "shared time" teacher, I found myself the K-8 art teacher in a Catholic school. Positioned next to the music room, I could often hear the sounds of children singing worship songs throughout my day. I found myself surrounded by people who appreciated me even when I didn't appreciate myself. The children were respectful, enthusiastic and kind. And, I was getting to know them despite the time restrictions. The staff welcomed me and helped me whenever I needed a hand. I had worked in a lot of different schools. It didn't take long for me to realize that this place was special.

As I wrap up the current school year, I have new ideas of what the next school year will look like. I love my job and I love having time for my family. I'm OK with staying right where I am. I like the way God wrote my story for me this past year. It's much better than how I would have written it. My students recently asked me if I'd be back next year. I answered them by saying "God willing!"

Sometimes we want to write our own story. I wonder how I would have written my spiritual autobiography if I had been given the chance to choose each twist and turn it would take. I suspect I would have written a pretty boring spiritual story. It would have been like the script of a B grade movie with predictable plots and uninteresting story lines. Uncomplicated people and relationships would surround me. Nothing exciting would EVER happen! Thank God I'm not the author of my story!

Can you think of a time when your life story surprised you? Did God write your story better than you could have yourself? Share your story with us here at Journey on Canvas Blog. What you share will help us remember that God can surprise each and every one of us through our story.

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