Dream Job

The other night, I went to dinner with my roommate. We've had little opportunity to talk one-on-one before, simply because of our schedules, so as we ate we were also getting to know one another better. She asked questions, I replied, then I asked questions and she replied. I enjoyed it. She is a great girl that I've been wanting to get to know better for a while.

In the course of our conversation, she asked me a question that I haven't thought about in a while. I was surprised at what I learned as I answered.

She asked me, "So, what would be your dream job?" It had been so long since I thought about it that I just blinked, literally. 

And then the word tumbled out, "Teaching."

"Oh, something like Teach for America?"

"No. Just teaching. It doesn't matter what or where. As long as I'm teaching, I'm happy."

And we moved on.

Now, why is this exchange the subject of a post?

Because, folks, I already am a teacher. It's a bit significant that I am working in my dream job. That I teach. Why? Well, because it's a miracle, for one. Two, because I had gotten so used to being a teacher that I'd forgotten both how miraculous it is and how grateful I was when I was first hired. There was a bit of settling into the routine of teaching, grading, and emailing parents, and I began to take for granted that I HAVE MY DREAM JOB, and I'm not even a college graduate yet! Saying that my dream job is teaching, and realizing that I already have that job, brought the gratitude rushing back up again, and I wanted to share it. I am so, so grateful. This is more than I expected or hoped for myself.

The Lord is very kind and generous, in my experience. Nothing has been "perfect." So much in my life has happened so differently than I wanted, or hasn't even happened at all (yet.) But I have seen His hand, felt His care, and experienced His love for me.

He cares about you. He cares about each of us. I testify this is true, amen.



"When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but we often look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened before us. " -Helen Keller