A Journey Not My Own

I came to an understanding years ago, that “Many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it’s the Lord’s purpose that prevails.”

I began at the early age of eight striving to determine the plans for my life.  At this point in the game, I was determined to be a detective and take my place as the fourth angel on Charlie’s Angels. I thought it quite an injustice that they were without a redhead on the show.  But as time lapsed, and I became the ripe old age of twelve, my life purpose had changed directions. At this point in my highly anticipated career, I was going to be a news anchorwoman. I would sit for hours in front of the mirror with my round brush, practicing my “and now for our local weather” voice.  Oh the joy of childhood dreams.

Next up were those fun, but dreaded high school years.  It was during that season of my life that I realized I had a flare for teaching.  As an aide for my former third grade teacher, Mrs. Eason, she opened up a new passion I wasn’t aware of.  She permitted me a to “teach” a few times every week helping me to realize that that I had found my stage.  I had those students at my fingertips and they were mesmerized by me; or at least that was what I always told myself.  But nevertheless,  I proceeded down the road of Elementary education and once again started striving to set my life plans in order.

Upon high school graduation, I began my long awaited college career at 18 years of age. I was determined to get my degree in Elementary Education and following graduation from college, I’d get a job, get married, have my children, nail down the perfect job of teaching: perfect because teaching is the best job, i was told, for raising a family as a working mom. Now life would be everything I had ever planned! HA!!! oh the joys of dreaming!!!

A Journey Not My Own  to be continued :)