Take me to the place where I know I need you.

You gave me the stars, put them out of my reach

Called me to waters a little too deep

I've never been so aware of my need

You keep on making me see, its way beyond me.

Today was my last day teaching. School is nearing an end and back at home everyone is getting ready for spring break. I still can't get used to the backwards schedule here. This Friday is graduation for our 9th graders and the rest of the students are entering exam mode.
*Once a student graduates 9th grade, they are not required to attend further schooling, unless they are preparing to go to University. If they don't go to University, they are expected to attend a vocational training school or go straight to work.*
After school there was a banquet held for all the student teachers who worked throughout the year and for Laura and I. They gave us certificates of appreciation and many gifts to show the school's appreciation for us

They asked all of us to give a speech and of course mine included that I was sorry for always hogging and breaking the only copy machine at the school *insert angel emoji here*. My punishment was to sing karaoke songs in front of everyone. Little did they know I am the karaoke queen with songs under my belt like A Whole New World (which I did sing, duet, with my roommate) and Christina Aguilera's Come On Over. It was a very sweet ending to my first oversea's teaching experience, that is until my roommate and I tried to get into her truck and realized the keys were inside the locked vehicle. 

How many Thai men does it take to unlock a locked truck?

All of them, because none of the wanted to sit in a room full of singing girls.

About an hour later, our truck was unlocked and we were well on our way home. Even though I didn't start the school year with my students, it was nice finishing it with them. I learned a lot about teaching with minimal technology at my fingertips, how to really sharpen my "Plan B" skills, and learning most of the student's names and saying them correctly (that one took me all semester)! With the high turnover rate of American teachers, most of them being R-Nhu interns who only work for a semester or so, the school is not used to having permanent positions filled and is excited to have us back in May.

Earlier today, the thought crossed my mind, how different my life would be if I had chosen a different career path. Where would I be right now if I had majored in Fine Arts, or Business, or even Psychology? Would I be in another country? Would I be happy doing what I was doing? Would I be making a difference or just a living? And then it hit me. It's not about me. It was never about me. I mean, I've always known life is not about me, but now I really understand how I am a part of a plan that goes beyond what I "planned" my life to be. For the longest time I was going along the path of life, thinking I was doing what I wanted to do and all along I was fulfilling God's will. He wanted me to become a teacher so He could send me to Thailand to teach His children so they could live better lives. When I think about it, it amazes me that He is using the skill He has given me to do His will, helping the least of these.
No, it is not about me.
I know all things are possible through God, but to think about how he put together this plan for me so perfectly, it was a reality check. Everything I do is beyond me. He never stops calling me out further into the water, continuously bringing me to a place where I need him. And although it's difficult, taking leaps of faith, I couldn't imagine my life without a God who knows me so deeply, a God I trust wholeheartedly, a God who never ceases to pour his blessing, mercy, and grace on me.

What I've been called to do, what we've all been called to do, is way beyond us.