I have a nice, ordinary, settled life. Aside from the fact that my son will be starting his senior year in high school here pretty soon, nothing exciting really happens around our house.
Don’t get me wrong.
I love my life.
I love that I get to write every day, that I belong to a church that challenges and grows me, and that I serve a God who is never dull or boring.
But I like all those things within the bubble of my dependable routine.
Then my phone rang a month or so ago.
And everything changed.
I was offered a part-time teaching job. And here’s the thing. Before I even got off the phone, I knew God was saying, “Yes.” But I needed to discuss it with my husband. And I sort of wanted to give God a chance to change His mind. You know, just in case.
Because – as I said – I like my nice little dependable routine.
I discussed it with my husband that night, but his response was noncommittal. (He leaves for work at 5:30 in the morning and gets home at 7pm. He swallows dinner, goes to bed, and starts it all again the next day. So he’s not always in the most talkative mood at night.)
In the meantime, I called a friend in Idaho and told her about the offer. Her response went something like this… “I’m so glad! This is such a God thing!”
To which I mentally replied, “Are you sure you’re reading from the right script?”(Obviously, my second thoughts and self-doubts had started settling in by then.)
The people who know me best are all just a little bit worried about me. Not that they have any great cause to worry, but still… My son will be leaving for college next year, and my house will be empty. And that’s a hard reality to swallow when he has a sister three years younger his junior. His sister has been in heaven these past five years, though, and that means that when our son heads off to college, our empty house will be emptier than we intended it to be at this stage of our lives. That emptiness will be a reminder…and so people worry about me. Just a teeny tiny little bit. Just enough to say – when God drops a teaching job into my lap – “I’m so glad!”
Of course, a teaching job means a change to my carefully constructed routine. It also means a dress code. I won’t be allowed to wear pajamas to work anymore. I’m pretty sure that falls under cruel and unusual punishment, but I’ve decided to submit to the authority that God has placed over me in that arena of my life. I even went clothes shopping as a show of good faith.
This change in my schedule also means a change in my writing. I’m not entirely sure yet what that’s going to look like. I know it means I’ll be online less often. Because I have to choose, right? I can’t do everything, so I need to pick the things that matter most. My students deserve to get the best I have to give. So do my readers. (Not to mention God and my family…)
I serve my readers best by investing myself in my writing. While the social media stuff and the emails and all that are part of being a writer, they’re not the most important part. Writing is the most important part of being a writer, and I need to be able to do that well. If that means the online interaction with readers and other authors gets put on the back burner for a little while, I can live with that.
This is the season of life God has brought me to. He orchestrated this whole thing. He gave me this writing career that I love, that feeds my soul, and that allows me to use my gifts and talents to honor and glorify Him. But He brought this teaching job into my life, too.
I sense a period of stretching and growing in my future. After all, I’m the person who has (on more than one occasion) been heard declaring, “I’m allergic to change. It makes me break out in hives.”
So, for today anyway, I am cheering for change in all its colorful glory. I’ve started putting up my bulletin boards and have a big teachery-looking super hero sign on my classroom door. I’ve read through the curriculum. I’ve started putting together lessons plans.
And I’m excited to see what God has planned for this season of my life.
What about you? Do you have any big changes on the horizon? How do you handle change? Do you embrace it or run from it? I look forward to reading your answers!