After interviewing and being offered (and subsequently accepting) the position, I scheduled an interview to speak with my principal. I informed him that I had been offered a position, and that I was in the midst of the visa submission process. Though sad to be losing me, he was very supportive. He, too, is a Christian and offered me a sense of peace.
Fast forward to late May. The end of the school year is drawing nigh. Administrators are scurrying around trying to ensure that staffing is in place for the upcoming year. Contracts for the new year have been sent out, and many had been returned. Less one: mine. I went back and forth in my mind about whether I needed to return it. Though I had committed myself to Abu Dhabi, my security for the last six years had been at my school and my district. My analytical (and oftentimes controlling) mind likes stability. So, why on Earth wouldn’t I sign and turn in the contract? The last day to submit contracts arrived, and I submitted it.
The next day I received an urgent message to come visit with my principal. He wanted to know the status of my departure, and determine if I was planning on submitting a resignation letter. A position in my department needed to be eliminated, and, due to my previous conversation about resigning, all was in place. The only problem was that I hadn’t resigned. I was very candid and upfront with him and he was with me also. I informed him that departure was imminent, but the specifics were unknown. He informed me that my position on campus would likely be phased out, but that I could be placed on at the adjacent fine arts academy next door.
All was well. Or was it? If my desire to move abroad was so strong, why couldn’t I turn in a resignation? What was it that was forcing me to stay in my comfort zone? Why did I need a plan when God had already made a way?
Stay tuned for the next episode… (Okay Blog Post)