My Calling
By Gin
I want to share my testimony as to God working in my life and the power
of prayer.
I have always known that God called me to be a teacher.
I wasn’t as clear in which field.
But then I married and had our first child.
I believed I was to be a mother and stayed out one year with Beth.
Teaching was still my calling. When
I had our second child, I thought I should be a full-time mother so I resigned.
The person who had been my babysitter the year before decided to go to
work and I decided what was one more child in the family, so I became her
babysitter. Let me share with you, there is a reason He had called me to
be a high school teacher!!!
My women friends who had sustained me the first time I stayed out of
teaching had all gone to work. I
had no adult companionship during the day.
E.G., my husband, could tell you I was not a happy camper.
I needed to share with other adults my trials and tribulations, and I had
no one to discuss exciting current events with.
It isn’t that my students necessarily enjoyed my current events
discussions but they were a captive audience.
Somehow, two three year olds and an infant are not ready for in-depth
discussions.
Late in the fall Mr. William Lowery called me and asked if I could teach
second semester; there was an opening in the Social Studies department.
That was my way out, but I was torn.
I thought I was supposed to be a mother, in addition I had made a
commitment to another family to care for their child.
What was I to do? God had
given me a supportive husband but not one that would tell me what my decision
had to be. I had to make the choice
myself. But God wanted me to be a
mother, or so I thought; he blessed me with children.
As usual I tried on my own to discover God’s plan without asking Him.
Finally, when I could not deal with the issue any longer I laid my
problem at Jesus’ feet. My prayer
place was a rocking chair in the living room.
I remember vividly crying, rocking, crying, rocking and listening; but
most crying and rocking. I must
have spent two hours in that chair. Finally,
peace came and I got up and went about the business of a homemaker. As I was doing the dishes a name was revealed to me for a
sitter. I called; she needed a job
and was excited to come to our home and take care of the three girls.
I checked with the parents of the child I was caring for and that was
acceptable for them. Everything
fell in place.
God had a plan for me; I just needed to seek His will in my life.
“For I know the plans I have for
you,” declares the Lord, “Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to
give you hope and a future. Then
you will call upon me and pray to me, and I will listen to you.”
Jeremiah 29:11-12