I got a job offer today. Wasn't looking for it. Didn't ask for it. Didn't even know it was out there and available. But she came to my door and said, "Hey, you looking for a job? Come talk with me."
It's at a church. It's ministry. It's kids. Little kids. 2 - 5 year old kids. 12 of them. And me. Me as the teacher. Not teacher's aid. Teacher. Me, their preschool teacher.
What more could I ask for? Little kids. I've always said I wanted to work with kids. Teaching. Ever since I was little, I've been told I'd make a great teacher. Ministry. I love working at church. This job was made for me, and, if I say yes and training goes well, it's pretty much being placed in my lap. This has to be God. It has to be. There's no way all of the things I love could be molded into one job and brought to me by accident. The person who told me about it actually drove to my house, walked down my hallway and offered it. Well, told me about it.
I need to pray. I need to ask God what He wants. I hope He wants this.
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