Another Transition

This Sunday I'll be moving to begin my new job. How do I feel about this? I'm actually still sorting that out. I should probably get it in my mind real soon that this is a reality - I will move down there, begin lesson planning again, start at a new church, meet new people, new students, new teachers, new pastors, etc. all while adjusting to a new room in a new home in an unknown land. Thankfully this unknown land is fairly small and nearby are people I do actually know.

The idea of having new students; however, has got me the most troubled. Tomorrow I get to teach roughly 14 of my old students how to make shrimp alfredo (I'm still learning it myself), and I am super excited for this. Why? Because I miss my former students. I miss their attitudes, their personalities, playing basketball with them, carrying on about life with them (what is good and bad in this world), etc. Most of all, I miss not being there to love them. It's hard to deal with a position that is temporary. And that is exactly the new position I will be in again. I don't want new students and I certainly don't want to grow attached to them only to leave them in the dust for a new position in a different area. It is so hard to leave the ones you love. It's even harder when you leave roughly one hundred of them all at the same time.

As I said before, this is my reality, and I need to adjust. Just because I know I will inevitably leave my students does not mean that I should withhold love from them. It makes the leaving tougher, but the experience all the better. I need to intentionally get ready and stop dilly-dallying around pretending it won't happen.

In other news, I don't want to play God by predicting/planning my future, but I think the next realistic step after this school year is over is to teach in America before moving on to some place else (such as T). There are reasons for this - such as having a fancier name for my certification and also obtaining a master's degree. Also, I know I'm called to teach, but I'm just not so sure about missions still. Teaching is clearly my passion. Missions are a desire, but just not as strong of a desire. What does it all mean? Am I resistant to going or is my participation in missions to be less of a "goer" and more of a sender/mobilizer? That, we shall find out as God reveals in the future.