A couple of weeks ago I watched "Wizard of Oz" for like the 187th time. I know, kinda crazy, but it's kind of like comfort food for sight and sound. But, even as a kid, the ending didn't sit quite right.
When Dorothy gets home/wakes up, she's concluded that she doesn't have to look beyond her own backyard for happiness. Oh, I'm all about home and family, but I also live in the 21st century where women have a right to something beyond them. (I won't even go into how it still rankles that the Toto situation with Miss Gulch isn't resolved.)
Sometimes I think I've traveled so many miles on so many yellow brick roads that my ruby slippers must need resoling. How about you? Have you chased more than one dream?
I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing. My dad chased a lot of dreams, but none of them quite fit until he was 44. That's when he discovered what he was actually good at and enjoyed doing. Daddy and I talked about it a few times, and I got the impression that the skills he'd learned on his other travels helped him be great when he found his niche.
Chasing more than one dream over the rainbow can also be our way of "running for (God's) heart". God's so big He can create unique plans for our lives and allow us to have free will at the same time. How often do we travel our own paths on the way to His perfect final destinations for us?
Mama said I talked about being a teacher all my life. I only remember teaching becoming my heart's desire in high school. Guess what? I didn't exactly take the shortest route to becoming a teacher. And on this side, I'm glad I didn't.
For over twenty years, being an elementary classroom teacher was my "over the rainbow" before claiming my classroom. Similar to Daddy, God was teaching and using experiences all along the way to prepare me to teach and reach kids. God's training plan for me was more than getting the college degree and teaching certification.
Like so many other Lands of Oz, in teaching there were also wicked witches (metaphorically, of course), irritating acquaintances and yapping, annoying dogs to contend with. Did that mean I had crashed my house in the wrong spot? I don't think so.
What works for me is to remember none of us is making the journey alone.
I am so thankful God gives us second, third and fourth chances if we need them. I'm thankful He's a better parent than me, and doesn't throw up His hands at my rebelliousness and say I'm not His problem anymore. I am eternally gratitude that when I'm passed out in a field of poppies (metaphorical again), God keeps His eyes on the prize, the one He's crafted just for me.
Whether you're traveling via tornado fueled houses or yellow brick roads, thank you so much for sharing a portion of your journey with me. I pray your journey will only be as challenging as you need it to be to bring you to your own Emerald City.
I'm linking this post to Giving Up on Perfect and Coffee for Your Heart.