God's Dream

Today, I went to Emily’s school to have lunch with her and the rest of Mrs. Foltz’s third grade class. I learned some very important things while I was there.

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  First, the new principal is a dude so he much stricter than the other principal because she was a girl.
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  Second, the third grade class is going to Washington D.C. and we will all have to be at the school at 6:15 AM.
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  Third, everybody’s mommy wants to help me with the Fall Harvest party next month. Wonder if all those moms know that their third grader just volunteered their services?

After tons of hugs and high fives from kids that still remember Miss Sherry from when Emily started at East Penn in Kindergarten, I left the school thinking again, that I missed my calling.

You see, I wanted to be a school teacher. But then in high school, I made several bad choices that kept me from that dream. I justified it all at the time, because to be perfectly honest it was going to be very hard for me to go to college – there is no way my parents would have supported that decision and they certainly would not have financially contributed to that dream.

From time to time, I still have those “what if?” moments. Yeah, and then God taps me on the shoulder and says, “yeah, what if?” You know, when I allowed him to, God picked up the broken dream of 16 year old girl, held it in his hands, and shaped it into something more beautiful, something totally usable in his hands.

I love in Romans where it reminds us that we can be sure “that every detail in our lives of love for God is worked into something good.” Every detail. Not just our good stuff, not just our strengths. No, God takes all of our stuff… the good, the bad, and the ugly and he shapes it into something good – his dream for our lives.