I've spent the last six months applying for teaching jobs in Missouri. I've taught for a total of six years in Missouri and Kansas, and never in my wildest imagination would I have thought that it would be so unbelievably hard to get hired. I love, love, love being a stay-at-home-mom, but my husband and I knew that this would only be a one year thing, and now it's time to go back to work. I have wanted to move home to Springfield for 4 years now, and finally, Ryan was ready to go too. (I guess having three kids makes it easier when you think that you might have family close who want to help out some.) So, I got to work applying and e-mailing and even visiting schools and principals with resumes. I probably applied for at least 60 positions in the Springfield/Branson area. It was ridiculous. I would completely obsess over looking for new openings that had posted. I had two, count them TWO interviews before this week. So, things have changed....
Up to this point, I had refused to put in any applications in Kansas, because I felt like that would be giving up on moving. Since nothing had been happening at all (and to appease my father-in-law), I decided to apply for a position in Independence for a kindergarten Title teacher. I went to that interview on Monday, and the whole way there (in the pouring rain and hail), I had a conversation with myself and God about how I didn't want this job, I was just going because it would be good interview practice.
On Tuesday, I went to an interview in Hollister, Missouri (by Branson). Now, this isn't where I would have chosen to be, but I figured even 45 minutes from my parents was better than two hours. It was for a fifth grade position, and I felt it went well. After this interview I was very torn. I talked with my friends and family, I cried, I prayed, I stressed over the waiting for answers. The answer came quickly....
On Tuesday evening, I got a job offer from Hollister. I asked if I could please have the evening to talk with my husband. As soon as I hung up the phone, I told my mom, "I really want that job in Independence." It was as clear to me as if it was written in the sky. So, I talked with my friends and family, I cried, I prayed, and I stressed over the waiting for answers, and then I slept. A good, restful, peaceful night's sleep like I haven't had in months.
On Wednesday morning, I was on the phone praying with my friend, Christy, when I got the call from Independence. I was asked, "Well, would you still like to be a part of our school?" and I said, "YES!" I could not stop smiling. God had changed my heart. I never in a million years would have thought that I could want to stay in Coffeyville for another year, but I am so happy! Even more than that, before I felt like we were forcing the move home, and now I have an absolute peace that we will be there, just not now. When we do go, it will be on our terms, and not in two weeks before school starts as I frantically search for preschool and childcare (which I already have set up here).
I'm so thankful that I was offered both jobs, so that staying here was my choice and not just because I wasn't offered a job in Missouri. I am so excited for the opportunity that I am going to have in this new teaching position. I am looking forward to having a drive with my Brennon every day as he will be going to school with me. I'm thankful that God saw us through the entire process even when things seemed horrible. It was in that darkness that I could hear him speak to me the loudest. This time he said, "Erin, I know that your heart's desire is to be back home, but for right now, I have something even better planned for you."
I know it seems crazy and unexpected. It's totally different than what I thought would make me so happy, but please be happy with us. Don't get me wrong, there's a part of me that's sad that my trips home will be on weekends still, and I want to be closer to my parents and family and friends here, but while we're here, we are not going to spend the next year wishing our time away. We've been so blessed with great jobs, good friends, a wonderful church, and so many other things. That remains true no matter where we are. And for now, Go Bulldogs!
