Schoolhouse Saturday-Week 7

This place.

For the last ten years, an entire decade, I’ve had the privilege to call this place home.  Well, my home away from home.  This is the school that I work at.  I love being here. I adore my job, really enjoy the majority of my co-workers and we work with some incredible kids.

I’m not going anywhere.  That’s not the purpose of this post.

You see, a new position in this building is coming open, and I’m trying to reconcile if I want to apply to that position.

I don’t know if I’m the best fit; for the kids, for the staff or for the core group I would be working with.

I don’t know if I’m ready for the job.  There’s lots of responsibility, pressure, and expectations that come with the job.

One of the things I’m most frightened about isn’t doing the job, but my boss not thinking that I am the right fit for the job.

I know that sounds nuts.  I don’t know if I am the right fit…honestly.  And, it’s not a lie to say at the end of the day, I only want what’s best for my team, my school and those kids.

But, if my boss doesn’t think I’m the right fit, it will crush me.  I guess it’s pretty human to admit that on some level everyone still has a need to feel wanted or capable or something along those lines.

So I guess, pray for me.  I know I may think my way is better, but I need to rest assured in the place that God’s way is best.