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Thursday, August 29, 2013
Ready if You Are!
When I was a teen looking at my future with rose-colored
glasses anticipating the perfect life I might have living happily-ever-after, I
pictured a little house with a little picket fence and a little dog and the
breeze blowing the curtains on a summer day while I cooked Sunday dinner for my
handsome husband, all my children and grandchildren.I would be a teacher and a writer. I imagined
how peaceful life would be with nary a care in the world.
Although there are some notably missing elements, I really
expected I had finally gotten to the settled season. I have
a little house in a little town down the street from my son and his family who
randomly come to my house. Although he
doesn’t live with me, my other son has a room to call his own here. I have a great job with a lawyer who I really
like.We work in an area of law that
doesn’t make my heart sad.Life has a
certain gentle ebb and flow to it.
But real life has a
way of happening and changing our expectations.Funny, though, no matter how much real life we are given, dreams die
I don’t know who taught me to follow my dreams.I don’t know if it was when I talked of being
a teacher and was given all of the younger cousins to babysit and subject to my
teaching skills?Or when a teacher told
me I was a good writer – not like my peers – something else – and I should do
something with it.
Here I am all these years later still dreaming of being a teacher
and a writer and finding every excuse I can to give life to those dreams.
I have the blog, obviously, and two books published with
more rambling around in my mind waiting for the right time.I get regular assignments to interview
amazing, interesting people for a polished magazine in the Chippewa
Valley.I am a writer.That dream grows easily when it is fed.
The teaching dream is a little trickier to answer.It requires someone in authority to recognize
the abilities that lie beneath the surface.Someone has to give me a classroom, students, opportunity.
I have taught.Middle
School, mostly, but other things, too.In a classroom, no less.Certified
by the School of Tomorrow and reminded by past students that I teach well, I
jump at every chance to stretch those teaching talents.And my students, now rather grown, tell me I
was a good teacher and they remind me of things I taught them.
But it isn’t one of those professions I have figured how to
manage while paying a mortgage and driving a car.So I set it aside and work for lawyers.
Somewhere along the line God gave me another dream.To work in a foreign country, to bring grace
to a culture where He had become a tradition.Russia rose to the top of the list for many reasons.I went there once for a month.I reveled in the history, culture, bustle of
Moscow.Many times I have found myself
wistful of Moscow.Not with rose-colored
glasses, but with a heavy heart seeing the impossibility of going again.I have read Tolstoy and Tergenev and
Pasternak to appease my dream.
Funny how the picture I once painted of my ideal future is
so static, unchanging, settled.My life
has been anything but still.Given my
own choices, I have gone from here to there.Milwaukee, Minneapolis, Thorp.I have gone from working with attorneys to
teaching in a private school setting back to lawyers, back to teaching, back to
When I look at my path, even I think I’m awfully impulsive
from the outside.
Following me on the inside is a little less chaotic,
however.Certain things are unchanged –
I want to be a writer and a teacher.I
want my life to have relevance.I want
to be the change I want to see in the world.I want to overcome evil with good.
A call recently from a friend has led me down an unexpected,
seemingly sudden path.“I have a
proposition for you.”
The offer is to teach in Moscow.For two years.In Moscow.Teaching.I still can’t quite
believe the adventure could be mine.I
will have a classroom of 16 students from 9 different countries.They speak many languages and come from many
different cultures.Thankfully they all
speak English.I can live in an
apartment about 10 minutes from the school.
I will also work with American missionaries.They don’t know I have followed their
progress and struggles through prayer since my last visit to Moscow 11 years
ago.No doubt they, like I, thought the
dream of working in Moscow was far behind me.But God, apparently, had other plans.
So, here I am following this path as far as it will take me.
I have talked with everyone who would tether me if I were
unrealistically cloud dreaming.I keep
hearing the same phrases from them:“I
think it will be a great experience for you.I have a good feeling about this.”
I have applied to have my passport renewed.“We will have this back to you by Friday.”
I know the list of documents and things I need to gather to
continue the paperwork. I know my flight options. I know how much I will need to raise to
supplement my small teacher’s salary.Pastor has offered to bring the need before the church in September.
And the list keeps growing.Target date to be onsite is mid-October.
Every time I say, “Ok, God, if this happens then I’ll know I
need to stay.The doors are closed.”
But instead of THIS happening, it’s always THAT and the
doors keep opening.
You can share this adventure with me, if you like, though
prayer or finances.I will be selling my
books to help fund this trip, of course.If you want to know more, just ask.I will do my best to come down from the clouds to answer you
teacher in Moscow – now that will give me something to write about!
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