All summer long, I prayed diligently that the Lord would provide an opportunity for me to move out of my regular classroom. As many of you know, I had reached a point in my teaching career, where I was feeling far less motivated to be around children all day long. And, it is physically exhausting to really "work the room" for seven hours a day.
The last two years of teaching in conjunction with cancer really took a toll on the old body. I'm on the mend now, and I do feel "normal" again. I keep saying, "I'm back." And, I do believe that I'm back. I'll never be back to how I was. I don't know that I'll ever have that youthfulness again. And, I'm okay with that. I'm alive. I'm healthy, and that's enough for me :)
Anyway, I didn't look for a job elsewhere. I love my school. I love the people that I work with, but in my heart of hearts, I just felt as if I wouldn't be in the classroom this year. In fact, at the end of the year last year, I took my certification files home. I never do that. I just had a sense.
The summer went along. School began to draw near, and I thought, "Hmmm. I guess I will be back in 2nd grade."
Then, the opportunity came for me to move into a support role. Out of nowhere. Out of the blue. Completely unexpected.
Ladies and gentlemen, that's what we call perfect provision. God was working in my heart and working in my life to provide exactly what I needed, when I needed it.
I'm humbled by His intense care for me. I'm so undeserving of any good, yet He blesses me over and over again.
Never doubt His love for you.