Yesterday afternoon, before I left for the day, I sent an email to my colleagues letting them know I would be moving on next year. I explained that my state license for education requires that I teach there in order to keep it, and that if I fail to do so, I will lose my teaching license.
When I found out that I needed to return to Tennessee, it came as a surprise. To say that I was disappointed is a huge understatement.
But today I started thinking of something my mentor and friend asked me last year around this time. She asked, “Jania, what is your ultimate goal for your family?” I told her that it was to eventually settle in the United States. Then she said, “Well, now you can ‘backwards plan’ to see what steps you need to take before that happens.”
My list of steps soon became the countries we were interested in moving to–and schools that I could teach at that would pay a lot of money while providing housing. All the while I prayed the same prayer from six years ago–that God would put me (us) in a place where we can be helpful. That he would open doors that should be opened and close doors that should be closed. I wrote to the workers in the middle east, and they responded letting us know about the area, the work opportunities for Victor, and of whom the meetings were composed.
That didn’t work out for us. Neither did Asia. But I still would like to teach internationally again someday.
Here I am. Moving straight through my backwards plan to the ultimate goal part. Life has a way of sending little twists and turns our way. I find myself hoping and praying for guidance and peace again, and trusting that God has our best in his plan.