applying for jobs has got to be one of the most horrible things ever. all along, you know that you'll be good at what you're applying for. but somehow with every word we write, our flesh and our enemy have a way of taking all of that confidence away and making us question what we're most assuredly called to be and do.
welcome to my summer.
i spent more hours than i want to count convincing myself that "oh yeah.. a seventy mile commute to the middle of nowhere wouldn't be that bad.." or "just forget it. maybe i'm not supposed to do this anyway. maybe i heard his promise incorrectly." you know the story.
but the part that never went away- the part that somehow survived through it all was that i had a promise from God. i would have never just blatantly admitted that to everyone, but you could've asked me a year ago- and i would've confidently told you that i would have my own classroom in august. it's never happened to me before. i've believed a lot of things. but i've never stood firmly on a promise like this before. i always thought i needed some sort of evidence to be able to tell anyone the God of the universe promised me, someone insignificant and unworthy without Him, a measly old job in abilene, texas.
but i believed it. and so i went to africa. about three and a half weeks before school started. because when you're trying to get a teaching job, you should definitely go to africa for two weeks during hiring season.
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