It seems as though my journey to find my place in life has a sense of humor. I went to college as a German major only to realize that there is no future job with that degree alone. I decided upon a degree in special education but the mix of my grandmothers death and the discovery of early childhood education changed my job decisions even though my degree remained the same. That is merely the beginning. I, after many years of teaching preschool and later directing a preschool decided to resign and find a new career. Three days after I left I found that I was pregnant, my new career(very similar to my old one) had found me. 12 years later I am still doing in home daycare.
When we lived in Madison I spent alot of time building a community for us. The YMCA and church and friends. Then we moved to my hometown where, it sounds silly to say, I had none of these things quite the way I did in Madison. I trusted though that god had something in store for me. The Christian education position came available in my hometown church I felt this was where I was called and took it. The position was wonderful and challenged me in just the right way both mentally and spiritually plus I was still available for my children. I questioned continuing when I learned I was pregnant again but it wasn’t until we lost Jordan at 20 weeks that I lost my direction, my faith, and in the end left my position.
Here I am 4 years later at a new church which has helped me to restore my faith, I am searching for my direction(lil man will go to school in 2 years) and the early childhood ministries position is available. The hilarity of the possibilities and the feeling that the timing is not right. But I can’t get the idea that I am being called out of my head.
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