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Real Life Dreamers: Jen

Hey friends.  It’s Friday, which means its time for another story from a “Real Life Dreamer”.  Today our story is from a blogging friend of mine Jen, who blogs over at The Arizona Russums.  I hope you really enjoy what she has to share about chasing her big dreams!

I’ve had a dream since I was a very little girl. A dream to be a doctor. But not a medical doctor. No way. I could hardly stand to look at the blood when I scraped my knee as a child. I wanted to be a doctor of books. I wanted to get my PhD before I really knew what a PhD was. All I knew was that it meant you went to school for as long as possible. Since I already loved school, I knew a PhD was for me. I was probably five or six years old.

My life often looks something like this… {and I LOVE it!}

When I graduated from undergrad a few years ago, I contemplated going straight into grad school. College had only made me fall more in love with my field, English, and with the prospect of becoming a professor. However, I decided to try teaching high school first with plans to return to grad school in a few years.

The next fall I started teaching high school, coaching volleyball and track, and, soon after, started dating my high school sweetheart again after a four year sabbatical. The only slight downfall was that this was a long distance relationship. I was in Texas; he was in Washington, but I was busy so it didn’t bother me too much. Life was perfect. And I had a plan in place. It went something like this in my head: teach at this school for three years, during the third year get engaged and plan a Washington wedding from Texas and apply to graduate programs at the same time, go home to Seattle over the summer, get married, move away with new husband right after honeymoon to best grad school possible, no matter where it was located.

I know it sounds silly now. What about this poor boy that I wanted to marry and then drag anywhere in the country as if he had no plans or dreams of his own? But, honestly, I thought it would work this way.

My way.

And then plans changed. God changed them. And I had to put my dreams on hold.

At the end of my second year teaching and maintaining this long distance relationship, Micah asked me to move home. He wanted to pursue marriage, but he wanted to live in the same city for a while before we made it official. We typically only saw each other over Christmas and summer for the whole two years of our long distance relationship, and he wanted to interact on a daily basis before getting engaged.

At first, I was upset. I was supposed to teach in Texas for one more year and watch the group of students I was closest to graduate. They were about to be seniors. But after a week or two, I realized that Micah was right. I needed to move home and learn how to make my future husband the most important man in my life after God.