At Sylvan, we have this thing called Transition Time. It’s a short window of time to end a lesson and get ready for the next one. My students look forward to this time, as a chance to eat a little snack or play a quick game. Some of them are more motivated by this break than any other means of motivation I provide.
Recently, it dawned on me that my whole life is in a kind of Transition Time…
Once a single woman, now a happy wife.
Once a student, now a university graduate eager for a career.
Everything that was once a dream, is now slowly becoming a reality. And some of you may say, “Look, she has it all. How can she complain?” But I want you to understand that while these are all incredible blessings, they are all new adventures, and I am not a fan of change. I like tradition and consistency. I do not easily stray from my comfort zone. I thrive on predictability.
For me… Marriage is a compromise. The working world is unfamiliar. And new people are frightening.
BUT through it all, there is one thing that never changes. I have this underlying sense of peace, because I know my God is in control. Through it all I have seen His hands at work.
This past week was full of unsuspected twists and turns.
My husband, Andrew, was offered a new opportunity in his career. Without going into all the details, I will just say that because of this new venture, our finances will be more stable. He will no longer be travelling a total of 3 hours per day commuting to and from work in the big city, and this means more time to spend together. We will be able to get involved in our new church, taking on leadership roles with the children and youth ministries.
Further, this new job for Andrew means more freedom to move wherever the doors open for my career. And I am more than ready to walk through those doors!
In the midst of all of this, I attended my first teaching interview, and to say I was nervous is a huge understatement. I had spent hours and hours in the weeks leading up to it preparing answers to potential questions. This was what the past 5 years of school had been all about, and I felt good, but verbal conversation is not my strong suit.
One of my professors once said, “The best interview you have will be the one in the car on the way home.” Afterwards, when the nerves die down, you think about all the things you could have or should have said. But you cannot do anything to change it. It’s like an exam. You have one chance to choose all the right multiple choice answers or write your best essay. One chance.
Despite all of these anxious feelings, I survived. I am here on the other side, and all I can do is wait for the call. Whether good news or bad, I have added an experience to my bank that better prepares me for the future.
So, no matter how I feel in this time of transition, I will always remind myself that my God is mighty and sovereign over all.
God is good and I am blessed.