God really worked a miracle in the finding, receiving and transitioning of this job. It's really all I can say. There is absolutely no way it should have worked out as smoothly as it did and yet here it is: the first day of school.
I'm starting my dream job tomorrow. Well as close as I can get to my dream job that is not on the mission field. I'm teaching 8th grade writing. Now if I could have chose any profession in the world with no thought of money, writer would be way up there on the list. So the fact that I get to spend my days teaching middle schoolers to write is just amazing. I get to share my love of writing with them and watch their creativity explode off the page.
It must just simply be peace because as I lay here thinking through it all I am just calm. No nerves, no butterflies, just calm. It's as if I'm walking toward my destiny for this phase of life and all is grand.
I know. Big words that are usually followed by a figurative glance over your shoulder. But really. I am just excited and ready for a new adventure that brings with it even more opportunities for even bigger adventures.
So to go with my figurative theme. Here it is: a figurative toast to the first day of school -- which is always the start of a new adventure.
