Living Situations

I had a pretty good childhood.  I was healthy, happy, ran free, had a dog, had a calf or two (remember, I'm a farm girl), went on great adventures, have parents who let me dream and encouraged me, and I somehow made it through all my school years without a best friend moving away.  Yes, I'm sure I'm one of the few that didn't have to go through that traumatic experience, and I am grateful!

My best friend in the whole wide world is Whitney.  We've been through so much in our 5 years of friendship.

She came into my life when her dad became the superintendent at our school.  We didn't start our as friends right away.  I mean she was the sporty, popular, superintendent's daughter.  Me, I was the FFA, friends with everyone kind of girl.  We became friends through youth group and deepened our friendship at camp.  

I also have somewhat been adopted into her family.  I love each and every one of them dearly.

Now, Whitney and I are both in college and I don't get home all that often.  Last summer, Todd took a job in Grinnell.  This meant a move.  I wasn't terribly heart-broken because Whit and I are all but out of our parents' nests.  I knew I would miss their presence in Sigourney, but I also knew they had been praying over this decision for a very long time.

In January, I applied for student teaching.  This was a process!  I filled out more forms, and thought over so many things.  Where would I choose for my placement?  If I don't get my first choice, where will I live?  What am I supposed to do?!  I prayed as I dwelled on decisions.  I waited and waited, just hoping that I would get word that I would be placed somewhere back home.  Sadly, I did not.  As I read over the MARSHALLTOWN/RURAL area placement I was a little bit of a mess.  "God, you know how badly I want to go home.  God, what's going on?  Marshalltown was one of my least favorite, off-handed choices."  When I had filled out the form, I off-handedly chose a couple of places that might work, if I didn't get my first choice.  Clearly, I was banking on getting my way.

I continued to pray and give it to God trusting that He knew what is best.  I finally called Mary to work something out.  She was really excited when I asked and said she would talk to Todd.  JC would be moving out to college, so there would be an open room anyway.  I continued to pray.

I got the okay!!  I love the Abrahamson's!  I get a room to myself, I get to spend time with a wonderful family, and I will experience who knows what in Grinnell.

I'm still praying over my school placements that I will not know of until November.  I'm excited to see what doors God will open to me as I continue my journey as a pre-service teacher.