I grabbed a stack of envelopes off my desk and stood at the front of my classroom.
It was a perfect May day and I’d planned a fun activity for my sophomore English students—one that would get them engaged and excited. At least I hoped it would.
I had become a teacher to inspire kids, to help them reach their full potential. But I’d been at the high school here in Darien, Georgia, for three years now and no matter what I did, I didn’t feel like I was getting through to my students. Was I making any difference at all?
Rural Georgia was a long way away from bustling Cincinnati, Ohio, my hometown. I thought I would live there my whole life—near my family, my friends and everything familiar. After college I even spent a couple of years substitute teaching at the high school where I had graduated. But full-time teaching jobs were scarce in the Midwest, and when a job recruiter told me about a position in Georgia, I had to consider it carefully.
I always turn to God for guidance (I like to say I have him on speed dial), so that night I asked, Lord, should I apply for this job? Please show me where you want me to be.
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