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There are specific moments, they only come about every so often, where time seems to temporarily stop and I find myself asking, ‘How on earth did I get here?’

In the past year, I’ve only had two of these moments: The first was when I was inching along in rush hour(s) traffic on Mopac (my Arkansan upbringing left me wildly disillusioned regarding my definition of traffic).  The second was one late night when I was tie-dying socks for my homeroom girls in my tiny apartment sink. Regardless of the context, the questions are the same:

What in the world am I doing?

How on earth did I get here?

 In these moments, it feels like for one brief second I manage to get my head above water and catch a breath only to realize that this is my life… I’m not waiting for it to start, I’m not reliving what it once was.  It’s as if God’s saying:

No no, sister; this thing is rollin’… and it ain’t slowing down anytime soon!

(And yes, in my mind the Lord does in fact have a southern dialect. Hallelujah and amen!)

 Inevitably, these moments yield one of two things: panic or laughter. (Let me tell you, when you’re tie-dying 24 socks pink at 1:00 AM, you’d darn better be laughin’)

 My attitude may be different, but the question is the same, “How on God’s good earth did I get here?”

The reason I mention this at all is because I had one of these moments while traveling in Europe this summer. My parents qualified for a Mediterranean cruise through my Dad’s business, and since the school year, and my job, ends in May, I couldn’t turn down the offer. We were in Cinque Terra, over looking the Italian coast when everything seemed to stop for a minute and I found myself revisited by the same ole’ familiar questions:

What in the world am I doing?

How on earth did I get here?

 My answers?

I’m traveling throughout Italy, Spain and France because I have a job that allows me to work really hard for 9 months out of the year and then gives me 3 months, called summer break, to recover.

I have this job because… (this is the fun part) God wrote this into my story. Literally.

A year ago I moved to Austin on a leap of faith– not knowing more than 2 people, having never seen my apartment and not knowing the gal who was to be my roommate. And all this just to take a substitute teaching gig at an acclaimed private Christian school. What I lacked: job security, community and any familiarity with Austin, much less Texas culture. Not to mention any remote idea of what on earth I was doing.

Since then, God has provided a solid community of friends and believers. In addition to providing opportunities to coach a volleyball team (to a 0-14 season, love my girls) and to teach 85 little rascals for the fall semester, only to transition out of the classroom and into the role of an administrative assistant to the principal for a month. Just when I thought I was settled, I moved back into the classroom as a full time teacher to finish out the year, then packed up and moved out of that classroom. And next Monday I’m moving into a new classroom, MY new classroom, as a full time teacher at this same school…. What? Seriously, Lord?

Here’s the best part of it all– even though I have felt like I have been one epic hot mess for the past year (give or take 24 years), God wrote this wild story before this ball ever got rolling! Check this out:

“In your book were written, EVERY ONE OF THEM, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.” – Psalm 139:16

 “In his heart man plans his course, but the Lord directs his steps.” – Proverbs 16:9

 How rich a thought! The Divine Author has already written all of our days, the good the bad and the ugly, and we get to read them one day at a time. We already know how the story ends, but are continually getting to enjoy the story as it unfolds. So amidst the chaos and confusion, may the twists and turns bring a laugh… who likes a predictable story anyway?

Here’s to laughin,

Sarah

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