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I should be excited. It’s t-minus three days until Christmas Break, and once we return for the 2024 school year, I only have five months of teaching to go. Yet, my heart is filled with anxiety and turmoil—fear of the unknown. Wild dreams I desire, but am scared of becoming reality. This is the state of many restless souls. 

Nearly five years ago, I started teaching High School students. Though my journey navigated both private and public school matters, my desires were the same: I would teach to fulfill a teaching grant and then somehow write full-time. Now that it’s time for me to make that dream a reality, I feel like my feet are stuck in quicksand. Not because I don’t feel that calling anymore, but because I do and I’m scared. 

When the Future Seems Scary:

The future suddenly seems daunting. Scary. Unknown and full of risks. I’m reminded of Lucy Pevensie in The Chronicles of Narnia when she asks if Aslan is safe:

“Is he-quite safe? I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion”…”Safe?” said Mr. Beaver …” Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good.”

I think the same can be said about God, our relationship with Him, and our future.