On the Right Path

In case I haven't said it enough: "I am loving my new job."

Absolutely loving it.

Never would I ever imagined I would be working at a child care facility.

Nope. No way. Wasn't happening. 

I was going to teach middle & high schoolers.

Ya know, kids who could actually hold intellectual conversations?

Well, turns out, the education system is a little frustrating.

Who'da thunk?

Although frustrating, I still wanted to teach.

So, after completing my wonderfully amazing semester of student teaching, I did everything I was supposed to do.

Completed my portfolio.

Walked in graduation.

Filled out roughly 80 applications.

(I stopped keeping count after 50.)

Tried to network as much as possible.

Went to the one, that's right, the ONE interview I got called to do.

Prayed. Fasted.

And waited.

And waited. And waited. And waited. 

Finally, I decided I needed to start thinking about finding a different job, at least for a year. Sure, I'd still sub if the opportunity arose, but I needed a steady income for Thomas and I to move forward with our life: to get a home, a puppy, a baby...all that fun stuff. 

So I started applying for other things.

And I found this position at Yellow Brick Road.

It caught my eye.

Sure, I didn't go into Early Childhood Ed., but I did love kids.

LOVE kids.

And this position wouldn't make the sole person in charge of a classroom of 30 6 year-olds. 

I would get only a handful of kids, and some other people to assist me. 

Sure, I'll apply.

Within hours, I had an interview setup.

Within days, I had the job.

Now, if you know me, you know I am a woman of strong faith.

And over the past 8 days of working at YBR, my faith in God's plans and His timing has grown so incredibly much. 

I just had a conversation with Thomas about this the other day...

This job has proven to me that no matter what plans we make, no matter what paths in life we choose to walk down, somehow God always makes sure we end up where we're meant to be. The key being, of course, that we live with God ever in our hearts, thoughts, and actions; then He can help bring us where we are meant to be. 

Naptime is when I do a lot of thinking.

It's quiet. Soft music is playing. And I'm usually in the room by myself.

So I think.

And on Thursday all I could think about was how I felt so surely that this is where I am meant to be. 

And then I thought about how I managed to get here.

Like I said, I had no education in Early Childhood. 

Yet here I am.

Maybe I didn't make the right decisions God wanted me to make.

Maybe I turned left when I was supposed to turn right.

But it didn't matter. 

He made sure I got to where I was supposed to be.

Or, maybe I was meant to go left instead of right.
Maybe I was supposed to go into Secondary Ed.

Maybe I'll need it down the road later.

Maybe it was the key to meeting certain people who would impact my life in ways it needed to be impacted. 

Maybe there's a whole slew of reasons why I took the path I did to get where I am today. Who knows?

What I do know is: God never leaves us.

God {knows} us. 

It amazes me.

In my 24 years of life, I have never felt so sure of it before.

I have never felt more surely, more strongly that our Heavenly Father knows and loves us as individuals, and He truly does take care of us.