My Future

I have a dilemma and I don't know exactly where I'm supposed to be going. What the heck am I going to be doing for the rest of my life? I do know, though, that I am going to change the world. If I didn't, after the things you've laid on my heart, I would not only be disappointing myself but I would not be fulfilling the purpose you've given me and the people who I would impact would not be impacted, and that idea is frightening. I have been called to do something big, to make disciples of all the nations and I am going to do it, the question is, how?
I have always thought of myself as a future teacher. Even when I was a little girl, whenever someone asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up I always either a doctor or a teacher. From there another question arises, who, what and where do I want to teach? I've had a few options rolling around in my brain and not deciding on which direction I want to take is a constant annoying feeling.
 I could, travel with YWAM for a couple year, and not only teach kids on occasion about Jesus but do all sorts of ministries, be pushed to my limit, and really have to rely on Christ.
Or I could go to Belize with my youth pastor from Chico and help him and his wife start a school and a church for the people on an outlaying island off the coast. There I would be teaching and hopefully helping the island grow in technology and resources.
Or I could stay here and volunteer with organizations that help women, men and children who were previously enslaved. I could teach, care for, and love the girls, boys and adults who come my way. But to get to this point would take a long time.
The last option I've been thinking about is to become a public school teacher and help ignite new leaders of the nation. To help our future generations have a heart for God. This is probably the option lowest on my list because it would mean I would have to follow the same track everyone else is taking and I don't think I could do that easily, especially with the friction that I feel all the time living in our culture.

So the most important question I need to ask is God, will you please help me decide? Can you please give me wisdom and discernment for where I should go.

:Darian

ANECDOTE #3

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My mom was always doing something, whether it was school, drama, sports or work she was never bored. When she was in Jr. High, in church, she was doing skits and school and sports, but she still kept up with the same social status. She was well liked and all the people on her skit team wanted to be her friend. She would practice a weekly skit throughout the the school week and then on sunday she would preform it before the elementary kids. She was well liked among the elementary kids too. many people talked about how great she was and how well she adapts for moving so much. My mom was known throughout my church because of who she was and what she did.

Body of Biographical Narrative

Body: #1

My mom started with a story of one the time she had to move. She was in her Sophomore or Junior year of High School and she was in a summer camp. My grandmother came and took her out of a amazing church summer camp because of a "family emergency". When she got home her mother told her to pack as much as she could in two hours; then she left a town she had lived in for 2 years without even saying goodbye to anyone.

My mom drove down to Chico, California, a place where she had lived before, and she had to make a choice; she had to choose to go back to her old high school and be the old shelley, or go to a new high school and change who she was. My mom chose to change. She went to a new high school, she connected up with some college kids from the church, and she changed for the better. Since she made that decision, she was led to my real dad, leading to me.

Body: #2

When we first moved here to San Jose, the first thing my mom did after unpacking was she baked some cookies and she went the neighbors houses and talked with the neighbors. She talked with the for hours, talking about where we used to live, she talked about us, her kids, she talked about my missions trip, and etc... now, our neighbors say we can go in their backyard any day we want, and we can go swimming in their pool. My mom mind boggles me.

Controlling Impression

Mom:

My mom was the type that was always moving. My grandfather had a job that never allowed her to stay in one spot for too long, she would be in Washington, then Idaho, then California, Oregon, and back to California. She had to switch schools often, making new friends everywhere she went, finding new churches and having a new home almost every year. She told me "I never unpacked all my boxes 'cause I knew I was going to be leaving again soon." My mom had a hard life, and it made her who she is today.

Controlling impression= my mom is an outgoing, loving person. and she can acclimate to things well.