I have this feeling that today was one of those days I will look back on and say, "There, that is where things changed for me". I am not sure that I have had many of those days before, but I do believe today was one of them. I realized while leaving the school today I am not meant to be a teacher. I had been kicking it about for a while, asking God if this was His calling for me. But I feel very safe in stating God is not calling me to teach. I do believe I am called to be a substitute right now, I do not doubt that. However, I truly believe I am being called to speak, and not to a bunch of kids.
Please don't get me wrong. I have great respect for teaching, teachers, and especially after spending just a few days in different classrooms. And there was nothing bad that happened today in the classroom either. It isn't like I had this bad moment, in truth it was a final realization of a slow evolution of a feeling.
I believe all those poor choices I have made in my life gifted me with life lessons and experiences so I would have this fabulous testimony to share with others. See, God gave me this great thing called forgiveness! Now, In the religious world with religious speak forgiveness has another word that is often used for it- grace. BUT, in truth, Grace has a much more profound meaning than just forgiveness.
Forgiveness means that you let the offense go, you no longer seek restitution. But grace, GRACE means that you let it go, do not seek restitution, and FORGET IT! That is right, it is washed away, erased, vaporized, El' GONO! I have experienced Grace from no-one in my life, but GOD. And how did I come to experience such Grace? Thru Jesus. He is the door! He is the Way and the Truth and the Life! And Jesus, my sweet and loving Jesus, He chose to give me that Grace knowing that it would cost him great pain and suffering.
Do you know of anyone in your life who would do the same. Oh sure, you might be thinking of your mom or your dad, but let me put it into perspective for you.
First, my mom is my biggest hero, she loves me more than anyone else on this planet and I have no doubt of that. But, my mom is human. She can't forget when I called her the B--ch word in her kitchen. My mom wont ever forget holding her first grandchild and then handing it off to a nurse because her daughter was only 17 and had chosen to give that baby up for adoption. My mom will not EVER forget her only daughter, her baby, packing up everything in her room and moving out in the space of one day without telling her she was leaving, where she was going, or who she would be with, or when she would be in contact again. Talk about loving and forgiving someone. I really put her through it. She loves me still though, but unlike Jesus, she cannot forget these hurts I caused her. My mother has forgiven me, but has not forgotten. And that is not even close to part of the things I put her through.
So here I am realizing all my bad was for HIS good, one more kind. I get cold chills just thinking about it. I am so very blessed to still hear His voice. I am so blessed He would even consider speaking to me, much less loving me. So where is He calling me? I have a guess, but I am still afraid to actually type it out, say it out loud, share it with anyone else. I am not real sure my guess is from Him, and that is part of my hesitation. The other part of my hesitation is my personal fear of how it will sound when I share what I think He is calling me to. And make no mistake, He is calling me!
In the words of the Wonder Pets " the phone, the phone is ringing". But there is no animal in trouble, instead there are women in trouble. Women who have missed out on the understanding God has to offer.
I know.....I need to stop. I have gone on and on tonight and I have a sleeping husband who is snoring and waiting for me to join him in the symphony that is our snores. So I will end on this, I TThessalonians 1:4-5a "For we know, brothers (and sisters) loved by God, that he has chosen you, because our gospel came to you not simply with words, but also with power, with the Holy Spirit, and with deep conviction". NIV
May you feel the Holy Spirit in His convictions!